Fuck. She's crying again. He's got...no idea what to do about this, any of this, about the fact that Chloe's gone and that she's now missing two people that she, apparently, cared about a whole lot. Alex cared about her, all evidence claims he did - even if there's a blood trail to prove what happens to the people he cares about. Felt in control the whole time, didn't he?

That's a lie, and it tastes bitter in his throat. He swallows it back.

"It's not your fault," he begins, low, nervous, but she's scrubbing at her eyes again and - god, what's he say to that? This is usually the point where someone hugs somebody else, but he's not a guy for hugs and he's pretty sure Max wouldn't appreciate them coming from him, even if he was.

"None of this is your fault. Not Chloe. Not Alex." If it's anyone's - well, he knows whose fault this is. He knows he's the one that brought this hell into everyone's lives. But Wonderland has a way of spinning things out of control, and no one can help that.

Right?