Alex was just on the cusp of getting worried about Kyle when the knock came. She opened the door, grinning at him, but almost instantly her smile fell. He looked, in the words he'd used to describe her not that long ago, like shit. Even when he'd been angry or panicking, she'd never seen him look so drawn and exhausted before.

"Are you okay?" she demanded. That probably came out sounding angrier than intended, but the anger was entirely motivated by concern for him. She held the door open wider so he could come inside. "Have you slept at all this week?"