Alex's mood as of late had been bouncing between awful and fucking awful. Today, he was on the latter end of that scale. Not that it was a surprise to him.

After yesterday, he had no clue why he was back on the roof save for the fact that he wanted to smoke and he was trying to be nice to Griff. So, he was very nearly stomping onto the roof, barely glancing at Claire and heading to the edge of the roof before he stopped.

"Gold star for unoriginality," he said, glancing over at her. "Congratulations, I haven't heard that one before."

"You said it, not me," he said, rotating his still sore shoulder. Hadn't been helped by all that stress and tension from yesterday. "Calling yourself dumb seems kind of mean."

"Wow, I'm really hurt," he said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "You showed me, didn't you? Called me dumb. Oooh."

"I'm always like this," he said and rotated his shoulder again, trying to get it loose. "It's my default state. Welcome to real life."

"Bruised it," he said, deciding to keep it at that. "Trying to keep it from getting stiff and more painful than it already is."

"What, no offer of your blood?" he asked idly, barely listening to her advice. That long buried memory came out of nowhere but, whatever, didn't have to do with anything too bad from that time.

"Oh, that's right, you weren't there," he said, almost feeling a measure of triumph at knocking her off balance. He took pleasure in mean things today. "Well, never mind."

No, he'd tell her but it was fun to dangle things like that.

"I wouldn't be on this dump ass island if I were a vampire," he said, letting his accompanying glare answer her question. "What, is your blood not special here? You don't go offering it to people who've got injuries?"

"I'm not a fucking biologist," he said, reaching for his cigarettes because now he really needed to smoke. "You tried to give me your blood in that other place when I'd gotten hurt. Said it would heal me. Hell, I've seen drug pushers say the same thing. Snort this and you'll feel line!"

Okay, he was pushing it a little but he was in a bad mood and at least he was sharing the truth.

"Well, there you go, I've educated you," he said flippantly, swirling an arm in the air. "That doesn't mean I want your blood now either. I'll take the shoulder pain. Seen enough blood."

"Kind of you," he said, smirking some and taking a long drag off his cigarette before getting tired of it and flicking it over the roof's edge. "You should probably find out how it works."

Aww, that was almost kind.

"Make sure I'm telling you the truth and not just bullshitting for the sake of bullshit," he added, returning her sweet smile of earlier. Hey, no one said he couldn't be an absolute bastard while being honest. It was still good advice.

"Whatever you want to think," he said, shrugging and pushing away from the roof's edge. "Still might wanna try it out. I was in that other place so I know more than you. Got more stories. I could have told you've got the ability to grow horns."

"You have fun with that," he said, not really meaning it and already pushing past her and heading towards the door. "Done my good deed. Have fun with your blood play, Claire."