Alex rounds her on her almost at once. There's something wet and hopeless prickling at the backs of his lids. Shit. No. No no no no no he's not going to cry in front of some fucking stranger.

"So what?" he spits, violently. "Doesn't matter here. It'll all just get fucking fixed if I die again."

He knows he has the strength to do it once, after everyone else is gone. But to do it again and again, four times, five times, until he can never come back? He doesn't have the will to do that.