Alastair could never hide his emotions, ever, so it really shouldn't have surprised anyone that his face contorted in an effort to suppress them.

"You either hate me or you don't," he said resignedly. "What is there to think about? You didn't even let me explain, or...or..." He couldn't do it, either, so he turned away and closed the door before he said something stupid.

It was over. Clearly. His family was gone again.