Alec grasped Peter's bloody hand and for a moment, he almost did it - almost broke the kid's finger. It was programming that was hard to ignore when he really wanted to get the intel, but Alec pulled himself back and blinked. Had Peter been able to see the depths of what Alec would do to get information, he was sure Peter would never talk to him again.

Instead, Alec shoved Peter against the roof and then climbed to his feet. "You know what? Fine. You don't want to talk to me. You're mad at the whole damn world. Fine. Keep doing this whole temper tantrum thing," He gestured vaguely at Peter. "You think you're the only one with a messed up week? Maybe you've had your head stuffed too far up your ass to notice the brunette walking around last week looking a hell of a lot like the girl in the locket I have. And guess what kid? It's you who kept me from losing my shit. I guess all your talk was bullshit."

Alec wasn't even trying anymore - he meant all of it. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "At least get your act together before Annie sees you." Alec started to turn away.