"Alex! Dinner's ready!" The blond, retired assassin called up the stairs.
"Yeah, yeah I'm coming." Alex muttered back. In reality it would be another five minutes before he pottered downstairs to meet the concerned, blue eyes of Yassen.
"What took you so long?"
"Nothing, let's eat." And so they continued to eat in silence, with Yassen occasionally glancing up at Alex from his bowl of soup with confusion (not that his face showed it). It was normal for a teenager to act like this- however Alex had the abnormal tendency to always be on time.
"Alexander- please tell me what the matter is." He cast his gaze down at the round, marble table and sighed. "It's really nothing Yassen, don't worry about it."
"I know you're lying Alexander."
"I SAID IT'S NOTHING!" he snapped back, his usually tired, weary eyes now full of anger. Ever since he moved out of the Pleasure's, his anger at Jack's death seemed to explode out of him at the slightest annoyance.
Yassen fell silent and calmly sipped on the soup. He knew not to question Alex when he was like this.
Alex's eyes went back to their usual weary state and he sat back on his chair, "I'm sorry Yassen, but you don't need to worry so much- I was just finishing my French homework. Yassen didn't say anything, he knew that Alex had already finished all his homework, and Alex could do his french in a minute, seeming as he was fluent in it. "Is this homemade?" Yassen did answer this,
"I thought I might try doing something new," Alex smiled,
"It's good."
A few hours later, Alex had disappeared back to his bedroom and Yassen had decided to turn on the news. It was the normal, depressing stories and soon enough he felt his eyelids start to droop. He had almost fallen asleep when he heard footsteps behind him. He shot up immediately and started to reach for his gun when a calming voice filtered through his ears. "Yassen, it's just me." Yassen stopped mid-air and resurrected himself. He hadn't done that in a while.
"Alex plonked himself beside Yassen on the sofa and switched the T.V. channel to an American drama. He sat back down next to Alex and rested his head on Alex's shoulder
"Watching these are going to make you into an idiot." He teased,
"I'm trying to be a normal teenager remember?" It wasn't a question. Yassen sighed, Alex had lost his normal sense of humour and now was more concentrated on being normal instead of himself.
"Yassen started to close his eyes again, the television fading into white noise, instead he listened to Alex's heartbeat. It amazed him that it was still beating, considering what he had been through. While Yassen was pondering all this, Alex also thought about his past. Earlier, Mrs Jones had contacted him, saying she had important information- something about his family. He had been out of the field for quite a while, they just wanted him for another mission. At least that's what he thought.