[ With every word Olympia says on the topic of helping, Alec stacks the evidence that she thinks she means what she's saying higher and higher. He hadn't been entirely serious about her self-preservation being scrubbed out before, but...maybe.

He can't think of a better explanation for why she keeps insisting on acting like his theoretical emotional well-being is more important than hers. He wouldn't spill his secrets for the benefit of anyone else's feelings, he knows that much. ]

It's not.

[ Alec rolls his eyes unseen as they arrive at his room, then peels his arm off his stomach with a hiss. Before Olympia can offer to help, as he's now pretty sure she would, he digs into his pocket and fumbles his key out - right onto the floor, instead of into his palm. ]

Fuck.

[ He squeezes his eyes shut and thuds his forehead against the door, which at least provides a counterpoint to the shrieking spiralling up from his fingers. He could ask her to get it, but he guesses he doesn't need to - and he doesn't want to, either, so that works out. Instead, he shuffles to the side to give her room to unlock the door for him. ]

If I was going to feel shitty about my power, which I don't [ except in the very literal, physical sense, right about now ] I'd feel shitty about it whatever you said.