Her thumbs stroke an arc over his cheeks, basking in the familiar warmth and skin beneath her own. He's okay. He's okay. They're... they're okay.

"...yeah. When someone you love dies there's— nowhere for that love to go anymore but grief, I guess."

It makes sense. Too much sense. Too easy to imagine. Would that have happened to her, if they'd stayed together and something had happened to him? Maybe. Probably. She doesn't know. Maybe the whole end of the world thing make things worse for this other Alice. Maybe that's the reason she took it so badly.

"They made it through the end of the world and he died of appendicitis. That'd drive anyone mad. Right?"

(Maybe. But it's not the only reason and she knows it.)