Alexander seemed to deflate as she spoke, his body language relaxing into a sorrowful sort of pose, shoulders slumped, knees soft. His arms opened some, fingers spread and hands palm-out. He seemed to be pleading with her as well, his expression almost a perfect mirror to hers. "Why do you call me 'brother'?" He asked quietly, sadly. "Why can you only love me like I am but a brother?" Tears had sprung into his eyes, unbidden.

He stepped fowards towards her. "Do you not understand the power of my own emotions? Can't you see how this is tearing me apart inside?" He'd closed the gap between them now, touching her arm gently, then grabbing her, holding her close. He stage-whispered into her hair, cradling her close. "Do you see it now?"