"He is." It was a source of friction between him and Max, and had been from the very moment he'd walked into her cell back at Manticore. Ben had been her brother, after all. And it wasn't every day that your brother's clone walked through your cell door, alive and well. But Max could still have been covering for him. Maybe. "I think he is. But I had to be sure." But then his brows knitted together in confusion. After all this, he was going to feed him? "Okay, I'll uh, wait."
Ten minutes. Ten minutes was enough time for him to polish off another glass of whiskey, and to shrug off more padded layers from his SWAT outfit, until he was just wearing a T-shirt, pants and combat boots. And he finally felt lighter, able to breathe without resorting to his Manticore training to survive yet another day. But his fingers were still twitching as he idled to the library, and pulled out another random book from the shelves and brought it back to the table.
Shifters. Alec raised an eyebrow at that. Vampires. "I knew one of those," he muttered to himself. "He was creepy." Ondines. "What."