It wasn't Anthony. Was but wasn't. Not the same wasn't that had done this, but wasn't the one that was his. Wasn't his because there wasn't a his to have. Anthony would have never said: 'you're injured' as if it was just a casual question. He would have hovered over Alec and demanded he do something about it. He'd be halfway to hospital or whatever they had in this godforsaken place.

"My mistake." Alec looked away, dragged a hand over his face. "I'm fine, don't worry about it." He folded his arms and tried not to look ill.