A... Knock?

A knock at the door catches Ethan off guard. He ponders who it could be as he makes his way over, thankful he didn't rip off the pajama pants as soon as he finished eating. With a small sigh to compose himself, he opens the door.

A familiar face greets him, although the packaging is different. "Heya," Alex flashes a smile, "Nice pajama pants."

Swallowing slightly, Ethan looks Alex up and down. Her top is a tight sports bra, which given her flat chest is more style over function. On her bottom half, she's wearing very short, yet baggy, shorts, which do a pretty good job of hiding her business. Her long black hair is pulled back into a high pony, which when paired with everything else suggests to Ethan she must be out for a run.

"Thanks," Ethan manages to get the word out before he could be accused of staring, "You out for a run or something?"

"Or something," she smiles, "I was in the neighborhood and wanted to stop by. That is what friends do, right?"

"Aha..." Ethan nods, for that is indeed something friends do. {if Alex Sex 3=true}If they could even be considered just friends anymore. After the night they spent together, Ethan should have expected a visit sooner.{endif}

"So..." Alex shifts her weight from one foot to the other, "Gonna invite me in or what?"

Ethan doesn't think there is really an 'or what' in this situation. "Come in, um, shoes off please."

Stepping inside, Alex gives Ethan a skeptical look. "Who wears shoes inside?" She bends down, tugging at her laces.

Ethan shrugs. "I guess some people do. I don't know, my grandma was always very particular about no shoes inside." A pang of hurt hits his heart. He was trying not to think of his grandma and now he was. Ethan shakes it off quickly, Alex too busy with her shoes to notice. Once she's done, Ethan leads her into the living room. Glancing over his shoulder, he notices Alex looking around. "So," Ethan takes a seat on the couch, Alex perching on the other end, "In the neighborhood, huh?" He gives her a skeptical look.

Alex softly scoffs. "I was! Honest." She gives him a look that doesn't inspire confidence.

"Right," Ethan sighs, leaning back slightly, "You take long runs often?"

"It's not so long," Alex shrugs, "Not really... Are you okay?"

"Hm?" Ethan perks up slightly, "Oh yeah, I'm just tired," he sighs, "Last few days I've been doing a bunch of odd jobs, I think it's worn me down..." Ethan is being mostly honest.

"Hm," Alex puckers her lips, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Ethan considers her offer for a moment.