What is it with people on this planet and weird flirting-adjacent comments? Alec looks away at the whole handsome thing, uncomfortable. He doesn't know that he'll ever get used to it, and he doesn't know how to feel purple to stop without treading too close to things he doesn't want to talk about.

At least they have a task to focus on; that should help. He sets off at a rune-enhanced jog, a pace that he can sustain for a while. It won't be as fast as Tommy might be able to go but it's certainly faster than a regular person.