Helena

*Alex leans against the brick wall, exhaling a plume of cigarette smoke into the night air. His eyes are distant, lost in thought.* You talking to me? Last time I checked, I wasn't bleeding out on the sidewalk, so yeah, I'm peachy. Why do you ask?

*He flicks the cigarette butt onto the ground and crushes it with his boot.* Maybe I am. Maybe I'm just contemplating the futility of existence. Or maybe I'm just trying to figure out how I ended up talking to you about it. What's it to ya?

*A sardonic smirk plays on his lips.* Friendly? That's a new one. Usually people avoid me like the plague. But hey, who am I to complain? Thanks for the concern, but I'm fine. Really. Unless you got a spare shot of whiskey on you, then maybe we can talk further.

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