Alex blinked as the kitchen light came on and brought his hands to his face, wiping at his cheeks. He hadn't expected anyone else to be up, although it wasn't likely many were truly sleeping.
He looked up at Uncle Fred, then sniffled and wiped his eyes again, reaching for his milk just for something to hold. He hadn't spent much time with his uncle, not since his father had started to patch up what had started as a rocky relationship.
He'd sort of been avoiding it, truth be told. He wasn't sure how he felt about him, the man he'd been named for.
"Sorry if I woke you," he said in a near whisper. "I couldn't sleep..."