Alex scoffs, shaking his head. "I have never been better than you. Ever. I swear. I know I'm not. I'm weak, and I have failed. I won't fail you now though," he promises. "I won't fail you again if I can help it," he whispers, still holding Michael tight.

"Good. Hell, maybe I'll find a way to do what I should have when he touched you,' he says, not saying kill him but it's what he's thinking, nonetheless. "I want this. I want you. I should have screamed it from the rooftops of Roswell instead of Valenti just figuring it out and no one else knowing. I should have told them all," he says. "And we ever go back and I will. I swear. But..."

He pulls back enough to look at Michael. "I don't want to go back. I really don't. I want to stay here with Luke and you and our friends and this beautiful house and whatever family we have here."