"It's a symphony right now, people feeling such a mix of things."
He imagined that it wasn't easy for her. He didn't exactly imagine how it would be -- he didn't want to think about having to be a receptacle for every emotion that other people went through along with his own. In his own mind, he wouldn't be able to deal with it. But Orla was much stronger than he could ever be. In any kind of fashion he told himself. She was better than him. Alejandro did what he could barely to hold back on a more massive array of emotions that could be viewed as negative or stressful in any situation. He knew he slipped. He wasn't amazing...but he was mindful of the blonde.
Way more than anyone else, it seemed.
"It happens when something horrible goes down." He sucked in a deep breath for a moment, leaning his forehead against the back of hers. He didn't want to move from this place right now. He didn't want to think of his own pain. It was exhausting. It was something that was so and completely utterly draining. "Let's hope that it at least gets a little bit quieter around this place after this." He was optimistic at the very least. He didn't think the people in this place could deal with another death. Or any more danger that was presented by blotched missions or people who lost control of their abilities. He knew that much.
They were going to lose something in this place. It was different from the outside. There was much less the rules of the world here as much as there was just something that seemed foreign and so very much like they weren't their own people anymore. That much was true. He wasn't nearly the same as he was when he was on the outside. There wasn't any amount of charming or talking he could do to get out of any of this. But right now, all he had to do was do what he could with the cards he was dealt. "It'll get easier." He reassured her for a moment, knowing it wouldn't be for a while. Knowing that it might not even be in the foreseeable future right now. "Just get some rest."