Sitting back from the toilet, Alec slumped against the glass wall of the shower and accepted the facecloth and glass of water, groaning. "Just rub it in, why don't you. Don't I get at least a few sympathy points for the fact it's been ages since I had anything more than a couple of beers, let alone a full night out on the piss? The Death Drops probably sounded like a good idea after a few vokda and cokes. No nudie runs. My RAAF mates and I will always have each other's backs, thank fuck." He pressed the cloth to his face with both hands, sighing heavily at how nice the coolness felt against his flushed skin. "Do you think marriage complicates things? I'm not asking that to be a smart arse. I agree, it looks nice. But it seems like some people are made for it and others aren't. Or maybe it just doesn't work with the wrong match. Like, even just with my brothers, I've got different levels of arguments for and against it. Then there's my folks, who have been going strong for nearly fifty years. I've never been able to figure out where I fit on that scale. I've only ever been in love with one person and I still managed to fuck that up. Being a therapist, it's difficult not to overanalyse and psychoanalyse things. Kids, though? Damn, I feel like that's something I shouldn't be hungover thinking about. I'm a bit terrified to think how I'd be as a dad, responsible for a tiny person who relies on you for everything. Then when they're not so tiny and you can't protect them as well, that's... a lot."