Alex was kept in the hospital for 24 hours for observation before the doctors agreed he was well enough to return home. Though they gave strict instructions for him not to do anything dangerous. Alex liked to think that was more directed towards MI6 than it was him. Tom said it could go either way. Whatever the case was, Alex was just glad to be home. He hated hospitals.
Now they were all back at the house. Jack had made the executive decision of ordering pizza, the various boxes spread around the kitchen and family room. Snake and Jack were arguing over which kind of pizza was better, Tom and Eagle were playing Mario Kart, and Fox and Wolf were having another discussion in the corner that Alex couldn't quite hear. Alex himself was sitting relaxed in the sofa, watching everyone, content to just sit there and take it all in. He had come to close to losing all of it.
A moment later, he felt Wolf sit down beside him.
"Enjoying yourself?" Wolf asked.
"Yeah. You?" Alex responded.
Wolf nodded in agreement and settled further into the sofa. Alex decided he would take this moment to say what had been on his mind for the past couple days.
"It wasn't your fault. None of it. Not us being captured, not me being tortured, and especially not Three's sick mind game. I don't blame you; no one here blames you. I know you; I know you won't be able to just get rid of that guilt, but we're all alive. Focus on that."
Wolf looked like he was about to argue for a second but didn't. Alex took it as a sign that his words had actually registered with something in him.
"Thank you", Wolf said quietly.
Alex gave Wolf a small smile. Wolf would be just fine.