More experiments, more time spent away from him. If Alfred had been the jealous sort, he would have been downright miserable.
Instead, he was merely depressed as he slumped forward on the miniature carousel ride, waiting for Alexia to get back from her latest experiments. He knew, naturally, that Alexia's work was of the utmost importance, and he would comprehend its importance even better were he more intelligent. For now, he had to have faith, so she could perfect T-Veronica and take her rightful place as the world's queen – then, he'd laugh at himself for his prior childish impatience.
Still…