It had taken nearly three hours for Max to convince the car dealer that she was starting a bussing company and successfully buy three old passenger busses from before the pulse.
As compared to the hour it took her to painstakingly load her baby onto one bus at a time and drive said monstrosity to the Bed and Breakfast before unloading her bike, speeding back to the car lot, and repeating the process.
Needless to say, the transgenic was tire and in bad need of a huge glass of milk by the time she was finished. Greatly envying Alec's ability to be inside their room and therefore rest, she carefully parked her bike beside his and entered the hotel.
Only to be met with the fact that somehow Alec had convinced the manager to rent the entire place out to the hundred some women in their group. There were sleeping women everywhere, rooms were locked, and couches in the day room were full. Apparently the place was bigger than it looked though because everyone seemed to be comfortable somewhere out of sight from the main area.
Quickly, Max made her way up to the room her and Alec had rented the day before and swung open the door. Emily and Maria were occupying the bed that she recalled fighting with Alec for previously. Looks like neither of us get it this time, and Alec himself was sprawled out on the floor, apparently passed out.
Being very quiet, Max shut the door and sunk down next to Alec, settling herself next to him and slipping off her jacket to use as a pillow. Checking that the heavy curtains were shutting out the sunlight, Max closed her eyes, muttering, "Night, Alec."
Her voice startled him apparently, because Alec had been attempting to stay mostly awake waiting for her. "Max?" Turning slightly, he assured himself that it was indeed Max who had entered the room, "Right, back to sleep."
Allowing a slight giggle to escape, Max opened one eye and surveyed Alec; he looked tired and dusty. "Tough day babysitting?"
Alec snorted, not opening his eyes even though he knew Max was watching him, "You have no idea."
"Alec," her near whisper had dropped to something so quiet that even with his transgenic hearing Alec had to strain to hear her, "I'm glad you didn't blow yourself up today."
Rolling onto his side, Alec used an elbow to prop himself up so he was facing Max, grinning, he asked, "What, and leave you to have all the fun with car salesmen and delusional women? Nah."
Moving to punch Alec, Max misjudged her angle and only ended up pushing him onto his back but one of his hands caught hers, pulling her along with him in their partial roll. The end result was that Alec was lying on his back and Max was half lying on her side with her head pillowed on his chest and her arm across his waist.
Realizing that Alec was a lot more comfortable than the floor, Max reached down with her free hand to put her jacket under his head and smiled into his dust-covered jean jacket, "Shut up and go to sleep, we'll need to be up early."
Far from complaining, Alec did as he was told and settled his head on Max's soft leather jacket even though he knew he was going to be the sorer one in the morning.