Usually Doesn't

Alec sighs, but nods. Even though he felt a bit embarrassed, he knew Misty was right. It was just a dream, and he would be fine. Sometimes the dreams were about the bad things the Agency had done to him. And sometimes they were about him doing the bad things. Either way, it was a nightmare. The Agency was truly like a drug. As a drug would have terrible side effects and could ruin people's lives, they would still crave it and need it and enjoy it when they took it. The Agency could treat its agents terribly and even torture them. But they also gave their people a false sense of purpose and power - that which was addictive. No matter who you were, if the Agency kept you long enough and allowed you that sense of purpose and control, they would have you hooked... as Alec had been. 

Lifting his eyes to Misty again, he shakes his head a little, then it turns into another nod. He wasn't normally a tea drinker but... maybe tonight it would be a good thing. "Yeah, okay... just a small cup...." 

He glances down then up again, his eyes so tired. "Thanks." For so long, he could depend on no one. But he knew he could depend on Misty. 

In the kitchen, Jason waits until Misty comes. "He okay?" he asks quietly. 

"Ran into Axel at the gas station today." Eli tosses a tennis ball at the living room wall, catching it as it flew back at him, too far over Zidan's head for him to catch it. It was an easy way to keep himself occupied, along with the dog, without having to deal with a slobbery ball. 

Eli glances to the side at the couch where his sister was. It was late evening and Tal had just left for home after spending supper with them. "He asked me how you were," he continues, letting another pause linger before he concentrates on his tennis ball again. "I know he's a friend and all, but he usually doesn't ask," he muses. "Kinda made me wonder if things at work had been alright..."