Sonny blinks, surprised by the question. He's not sure why he's surprised, exactly — Alex is a kid, after all, can't be any older that sixteen, he thinks. But he strikes Sonny as a kid that has his shit together a little bit. At least enough to be too prideful or stubborn to seek comfort the way he is.

But Sonny won't deny him the comfort, either.

"Hey." His first instinct is to reach across the table and put a hand on Alex's arm. It's what he'd do to a victim or a scared witness. He refrains, though, instead just leaning forward a bit and softening his tone. "I know this is a rough situation to be in, but try not to worry too much."

Easier said than done, he knows, so he continues before Alex can respond. "I'm very good at my job. And so is the rest of my team. We'll get out of this."