By the time Lee reached him, Al had retreated into his mind so he barely registered someone settling next to him. However as the person began speaking, Alby glanced toward the sound. He heard what Lee said, but it didn't compute. He did realize Lee was sad, however. Al was always good at picking up on emotions. Empathy. Sometimes it crippled him. A confused expression crossed his face, but he shut his journal with a loud thud. "I am glad you are okay," he said as he scooted closer to his honorary uncle. "You should find Roxy. She'll be worried, you know." He said it, but he wrapped his arms through one of Lee's muscular ones and rested his head against it.