Leave it to Lottie to be the optimist here. Alvin couldn't bring himself to disagree, even if he felt like the meaning was that the world was far too cruel. Sighing heavily, he leaned back, letting Lottie get lost in her thoughts with no disruption from him. He was going to need to find an outlet for all of this weird pent-up energy. Maybe boxing would be good. He didn't need to grip anything for that, just shove his bad hand into a glove and punch. It was a thought. Probably a stupid one, but a thought nevertheless.

"Thanks for coming by." Even with the rest of the house dealing with this in their own way, they had all agreed not to entertain too many visitors. Clearly Lottie knew better than he did, because he did feel a little less alone with her here.