[ He barely notices when they move to the floor, only realizing that it's a slightly more comfortable position. Slightly because he's not exactly used to being pressed up against someone for long periods of time, but it doesn't stop him. Without words, this is the only way he knows how to express himself. He wants them to be transparent with each other, to know what the other one needs so that they're not broken down or made to succumb to whatever might be inside of them.

It's a very real possibility, of course, that Luke is alien. Adam could be too. But it's a risk he's chosen to take and he knows that Luke took that risk too with Dave. He can't fault him for it. He wishes Luke had listened to him when he argued against it, but there's no point in it now. Luke feels guilty enough. ] I know. I know. [ It's soft and a hand moves up to card through Luke's hair, an attempt to calm him down. ] You couldn't have known. There's no way to tell. Roxy would have noticed if there was, she was ready to die for him—

[ And if given the chance, he might think of doing the same for Luke. He's not sure he can be that selfless, though, not when he's worked so hard to get through life. But it's something he's considered. ] Dorian and Grell could be the same. We don't know. I brought you into it in the first place. I'm sorry, Luke. [ He presses his cheek to the side of Luke's head, now on a completely different train of thought. How can he slow down after that? ] I'm sorry about them.

But Dave's alive. And we know he's safe. He—they—if there was any chance of an alien repossessing a host, they wouldn't have killed Elizabeth.