[ He's certainly reawakened that fire. It's fueling him, taking over him. There's a furious Passion in him, dormant before. All that paranoia, all that suspicion... It pales to the determination.

And, even though he's still a few inches short of actually giving Will a good stare-down, Alex pushes off where he's sitting, aggressively. If Will's hand is still on his head? He's definitely pushing it off with that momentum, unless he's actively trying to keep it there. ]

How dare you... You don't know a damn thing about what we went up against. So you don't get to say I'm giving up. [ Breathing hard, so much that he's sweating, because what does he do in stressful situations but sweat. ] Never. Not on her.