Albert's first instinct with Jet's body being flung at him is to catch. He does, with a heavy noise of covered metal striking the same and lets out a small sound of pain. It's not from being hit with the mess Tom had made of his husband, but instead a less concrete agony. Every time. Every time Jet goes out, before or after, whether he's there or not, it tears at it. It never gets easier, never less raw or less painful.

He takes long enough to lower Jet to the floor, to cover Jet's face - he can't leave his lover like that for the whole of Panem to gawk at - and steps back. His demeanor remains cold despite his tender handling of Jet in death, and the look he gives Felicity if she's still there with him is as cold and frigid as the void outside. His knife still extended, Albert snaps to attention and starts down the corridor through which Tom has fled, either after Felicity's lead or expecting her to follow in his wake.

Either way, Black Tom Cassidy has little time left to live.