Alex watched the little inanimate shadow creep up around him. It was what he had been saying that was causing that. Alex bit his lip, sat next to Tony, and reached out a scarred hand, patting Tony's shoulder. It was really just a cover for him to eat the shadow. It was weak enough that Alex was able to ignore the depressed feeling as it washed over him, even if it made him feel sick.

"W-well, maybe wh-we can use what we learn here ta help o-our worlds back h-home." He smiled at Tony despite the fading ache. He had been responsible for it, after all. He felt that it was his responsibility to make sure it got no worse.