Died. It really did unfold like something he'd seen in a film, or read. He really was like a superhero. It wasn't quite painful, there wasn't really a way to process that a future version of yourself died. His disturbed expression remained fixed, though he couldn't really find any words for it.
There would always be more he could, ask, more to be told. Simon could only assume there was months worth she could tell him. Superhoodie had followed them for what seemed the better part of their ASBO. What struck him now was Alisha's reaction. Nathan had died – not exactly saving anyone, but he'd died too. Granted Nathan was generally a prick, but even so he didn't think he'd never seen Alisha so emotional, raw. Hurting. Nothing at all like her usual self. Over him?
His faintly anxious look said that it was very tip on the tip of his tongue, close to saying what he was thinking. Asking her. But he didn't, instead he swallowed and looked down putting a hand to his head. It all felt too uncertain – he wasn't this person, this future him and maybe Alisha was thinking that too.
“You don't have to worry.” He said awkwardly, avoiding looking to her as if suddenly overwhelmingly self-conscious at the very idea, weighted by the very thought of being this person he had no idea how to become. His words meant as a misguided sort of comfort. “Because you'll be safe here- I don't need to become him.” He couldn't fathom how anyway. His future self didn't need to exist to save past Alisha. Even if the whole time travel paradox was highly confusing.