For the longest time, he just stands in the room. It's nice, in the dark, listening to Alex breathe. If he focuses on that, he doesn't have to think about what he just saw.

But he has to move eventually. His body is tired, but his brain's too busy to rest. So he sits, with a cigarette and a large drink, and tries to process what happened.

Everything points to him going home. And that's OK. He knew that. The thing with his mother, though - he doesn't know how to figure that out. At least, not without dredging up a whole lot of things he really doesn't want to touch. But it's not going to leave him alone.

It's been a long night already. Looks like it's going to last a while yet.