[ Alex, the boy who's been anxious for most of his teenage life, who lives life terrified of the world, sees something of himself reflected in Lion. At least enough to understand...they're not having a good time right now.

He knows what a panic attack looks like.

Though he's been firm and a little insistent, his voice drops to something softer and more gentle than you'd think he could wring out of himself, what with his rat-like gravely voice. ]

Hey. [ He shakes his head. ] Nah. I think...we're all hurtin'. And at least it's nice to have someone there...who can know what you're feeling.

[ A moment- ]

I'm sorry you can't go home. That really sucks, Lion. I'm really, really sorry.