Alex was in the kitchen doing dishes, trying to distract himself from thinking about his old pack. The rest of the two packs were crowded in the living room, watching another movie. Kevin and Todrick were down the hall cleaning up the bedrooms. Scott went into the kitchen to grab a snack, when he heard the soft crying. He snuck up behind Alex, who was hunched over the sink, crying quietly and hoping the sound of the water would drown it out. Scott set a hand on his shoulder. "Alex?" Alex jumped and turned around, wiping furiously at his eyes. "Hello, Sir. I'm sorry, excuse me a second." Scott reached up and wiped some of Alex's tears with his thumb. "What's the matter, Al?" Alex put a hand on his own shoulder, arm draping across his chest. "Nothing. Sorry, I didn't mean to cry." "Crying is okay, darling. Just tell me what's wrong. Do you want me to go get Travis?" Scott asked quietly.