Alex has had a bad day everyday for years. It’s not that he can kill by making eye contact. It’s not that that caught the interest of the Agency. It’s not that that cost him any hope of not running for his life. It’s that his roommate – the guy inside his head – is a dick.
‘Normal’ doesn’t fit inside this universe, but Alex is the closest it gets. Well-meaning and very much aware of the danger following him, he’s landed on two priorities: first, drop the hell off the Agency’s radar for good, and second, since he can’t shut this voice up, get Xander his damn latté.