[Once he gets up and about, walking without wincing, Alex is all hunched, guilty shoulders and eyes at the baseboards. He doesn't bounce back as quickly from something like this. It was helpful to soak up the calm of Nathan's quiet presence, to talk to Aeryn, to become entrenched in Ben's stable instability for a while. But when he's alone, he drifts.]
[He meets Marsh's eyes squarely, when his presence registers, before his gaze drifts inexorably away, awash in guilt.]
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[He meets Marsh's eyes squarely, when his presence registers, before his gaze drifts inexorably away, awash in guilt.]