(simultaneously self-indulgent and sudo-canon)

Alex slammed the door, stomping up the stairs to the attic. His bedroom. Of course, a certain demon heard all of this.

The boy pulled the hairband out of his hair and threw it onto the desk, looking at is reflection in the small decorative mirror.

"You look just like he did!"

It had been said with a smile. A happy tone. Neither matched with his memory of him.

"You look just like he did!"

He'd inherited nothing from his mom. Not her blue eyes. Or her blond hair. Or her warm skin. He looked like him.

"You"

He could see is green eyes flash with anger.

"Look"

His unkempt hair.

"Just"

His pale, almost sickly skin.

"Like"

He saw his sister.

"He"

Her in the casket.

"Did"

Why couldn't he have gone instead of her.

He hadn't noticed, but he can't breathe. And he was curled on the floor. And he couldn't breathe. And the lights were too bright. He closed his eyes.

It was too loud. Someone was shouting. He was being held? Had mom come back from a visit without telling him? Or had he missed the message.

She was petting his hair. But her skin was hard. He flinched away, this definitely wasn't his mom.

"Hey, hey. Its okay Alex, it's just me," Eggs.

They continued petting his hair.

His dad's hair.

"Hey! No, none of that." Zex reprimanded,"Let's think about something else! Likes space!"

He tried to focus but the comment kept coming to mind.

"Would it help to talk about what happened?" Eggs asked, despite the echo their voice was soft.

Could he talk about what happened? He cleared his throat,"My, my dad was a real piece of shit. He used to drink a lot. And he would get angry. He was fine when sober, but he usually wasn't."

"And I used to have a younger sister. Molly," His voice cracked,"she was at a friend's house and he went to go get her and, and"

"He was drinking?" Eggs tried to help.

He nodded,"She clearly didn't make it. After that mom forced him to leave. The found him a few days later dead of alcohol poisoning."

"At the very least, his soul is definitely burning for that."

Alex laughed,"I would hope," he swallowed,"I look just like him. An old friend of his, Ricky, came here to visit someone. He told me I look just like him."

"I highly doubt that, you have your mothers eye shape. And her nose. You don't look identical."

He clutched Zex, fresh tears rolling down his face. These ones for a new reason.