He walked with them silently, his eyes taking everything in as they walked down the corridors and into Mac's quarters. Feeling Bella's hand slip from his own, Albert stood so unsure of himself in this place.

Of himself with Mac.

His gaze shifted as he was spoken too, and Albert shook his head, "Just a wash up and some clean clothes if you have any spare." He didn't want to be a burden. "She'd gotten big," he said mindlessly as he walked towards the bathing room, pulling on his shirt as he did. Albert's skin was like a map of their journey, filthy, bruised and covered in cuts.