Goddammit, Anita. You're like the mother that Alec never had or wanted sometimes. At this point staying in the attic is not practical. He could move downstairs to Allison's room, but he's pretty sure he couldn't do that. It'd be too difficult. Also it'd give Anita better access to make him come do shit for her or with her.

"That's not fair. I'm never allowed in the room when you two didn't wear pants." Women. He does unlock the door and retreat to the bed again. He's not really moping in his eyes. He's laying in bed drinking directly from the last bottle of booze that he has left. It's completely normal, Anita. Don't make this any weirder than it needs to be. "Would you make me a sandwich?"