"Being lazy," Alex pronounces of Sean's survival methods, jostling his friend's elbow in the process of snaring another piece of toast. He doesn't dwell on what's generated his crazy hours; it just exists, like why he has a different last name than his biological parents, or doesn't look anything like the mother and father still lined up in the family photos at home.
His face goes briefly serious at the 'Last Supper' quip, and he lowers his voice so that it's pitched only to Sean. The fact that Charles will still probably overhear can't be helped; if Alex couldn't deal with that he wouldn't be here. "It's that bad?"
He takes a second to look at Erik, who is eating his own breakfast in companionable silence. "Okay. Yeah. It's that bad. You sure we can do that? I mean without getting reamed out, I just got here."