Hal was holding them to his standards, which is of course what worried him most. He knew well that he couldn't blame them or assume they would be just the same as he sometimes was. Nor could he judge them all on the actions of Kol or of Klaus. But they reminded him too much of Mr Snow. That same coldness. They reminded him of himself in many ways too. Especially Kol.
He didn't want Alex talking to Kol but he could hardly tell her not to. She wasn't stupid and she needed to have people around her she could interact with and get to know, why should he deprive her of that when really Kol hadn't done anything wrong other than...well, exist.
He mustered a slight smile, weak admittidly at her comment about how posh he was and returned to musing about the annoying vampire she'd decided was lovely. "I'm fine." he said quickly, too quickly in response. He wasn't fine. He was far from fine, he was tired, angry, teetering on the edge of half a century of death and destruction and he didn't know how to make any of it better.
He didn't know how long he could hold on.
"Perhaps sleep has been difficult lately but I'll be fine. Keep to my routines, you know?"