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Alexander hobbled as fast as he could into the house before slamming the door shut. He then proceeded to put the house into lockdown, shutting off every available exit and entrance and revoking anyone's right to just pop in and visit. Even Mel's. The house was completely cut off from the rest of the multiverse and it would remain so until he reopened. Which wouldn't be for a while, if he had anything to say about it.

Panting he slumped against the door, leaning his head back and moaning slightly. He felt horrible. Half himself. Caught and trapped. And it was all that stupid Sue's fault. He tugged uselessly at the pendent around his neck. "Oh gods... oh gods... I can handle this. Yes... where's Nick?" He staggered up, "Nick? NICK!" he bellowed out, hoping that the boy wasn't on the other side of the door. Hoping that he had come home already.

Limping, he started to the bedroom where he hoped that Nick was.

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He strips out of his own bloody clothes and then picks up Nick's. "I'm going to go burn these."

"Please." Nick keeps scrubbing.

Taking the clothes, he goes out... somewhere... to burn them. He comes back in a few minutes and sits on the edge of the tub. The pendent is there, resting on his chest.

Nick pauses. "...you're still bound."

Alexander fingers the pendent. "I am... I guess, so."

Nick slides down in the water, resuming the scrubbing. Parts of him are starting to go raw, especially his hands.

He watches this and then plucks the washcloth from his hand. "Nick... you're rubbing yourself raw."

He shudders. "I don't care."

"It's not going to help. Trust me, it's not going to help."

Nick wraps his arms around himself.

Alexander gives a weary sigh. "Oh my Nick, my poor darling beautiful Nick... I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault. Not." He screws his eyes shut, then opens them- Serenitiel's last moments are replaying.

He slides into the tub, pulling Nick against him. "It's okay, Love, it's okay," he murrmurs. He reheats the water so that it's still warm and comfortable, swishing the dirt away.

"No. It's not." Nick snuggles into him.

"You're right, it's not, but it's okay to feel like you're feeling. There's nothing wrong with that."

"I'm a bad person. I hurt her and I wanted to."

"You are NOT a bad person. Don't even think that for a second. You aren't."

"I can't help it. She keeps dying in my head. I might as well have the pendant off, it wouldn't make any difference." Nick is at the point of tears, but not quite there.

"You're not a bad person. You're not a monster. You're having a perfectly normal reaction to the situation. It's never easy to kill someone." He's holding him tight, petting him.

He takes a few deep breaths and his breathing steadies before he starts coughing violently.

Emotional upheaval? Not good for Free Magic.

He holds him, it's the only thing he can do, really. Just hold him, tight, arms wrapped around him.

He keeps coughing for a long time. It becomes unpleasantly wet sounding before he's done.

He rinses his hand off in the water, resting against Alexander's chest.

"I can give you something for a dreamless sleep tonight, if you'd like," Alexander says after a while. "But only for tonight."

Nick nods quickly, his breathing raspy- he doesn't trust his voice at all.

He kisses Nick on the head and then pushes against him, "Up and out. Get ready for bed and then meet me in the kitchen."