He wasn't looking at her. he dint even know she was beating herself over the head with guilt. he stayed almost sightlessly at the wall, his hand slightly trembling, his mouth to, like he was going to cry...because, Alice had not been His. Alice had been fringes. and that's what hurt him. how he could look at her, stair at her forever, feel so safe around her, feel like he could protect her, and then have her toss him away like a crumpled up piece of paper. He felt how Sorrow felt at this second- because Fringe had been there first anyways.