we're only at home when we're on the run

John seems entirely unaffected that Alex has killed someone. He didn’t panic when he saw the blood spattered over Alex’s face and hands, the red soaked through the jeans and frilly cream-colored blouse Alex burned before they left. When he saw the huge finger-shaped bruises around Alex’s wrists, heard Alex say, “We have to leave,” through the noiseless screams and sobs fighting their way out of his throat, John took it upon himself to destroy the evidence.