Alex being Alex refuses to believe that there's no going back from this. If there's one thing that Alex is, it's stubborn and she's definitely going to be stubborn to the point of saving Simon. If she has to do it alone, if she doesn't? Alex will figure out a way. When he'd try to pull away, Alex rolled onto her knees, breaking the distance that had been between them in the bed. She knows that Simon isn't going to like it, but that doesn't matter.

Alex needs to know. She needs to know if she's right about him being silenced again. For a while she'd been convinced, or nearly so that part of the reason that Simon was a mute for so long was because whatever part of him that this was had prevented him from speaking about what was happening until it was set far too much in action for him to do anything about it. The timing worked, honestly, Simon had started speaking for the first time before the show was on air--there was of course that time at the coffee shop--and even that was both equally likely to drive her away as to drive her forward at that point. It'd drive her forward, and now here they were.

Reaching up to more firmly press her fingers to his face, Alex was gentle and careful--she's heard the stories and she knows what to possibly expect, but that sure doesn't mean that she's going to stop.