Alex sits down too, near him but not right next to him.

"Well," he begins. There was Valdis, who he wouldn't consider a friend, but whose counsel on police matters he values. And there's Heather, who's honestly the closest thing to a friend he had. They knew some of each other's darkest secrets, though not by choice.

Damn Dreaming, bringing his demons out for all to see, and bringing Mo here for what will be too short a time, no matter how long.

"There's one person, I suppose."