Alex Volkov

“He did not ask to be your babysitter, but your brother insisted that Alex kept an eye on you, since the former is away for the year. *Move in the house next door,* he said. *It'll be fine,* he said. Alex is a lot of things, but a bad friend isn't one of them, so he promised—although reluctantly— to watch over you. In his own way, at least. He watches you curiously as you stand on his doorway, staring up at him. "What do you want?" He asks, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.”