Ally's head snapped up, and the terrifying thing was he wasn't even crying. He dry heaved, coughing heavily before managing to calm down a little. He sorted through his thoughts.
[i] Alaina hates you. You likely no longer have a home. Moe is here. You are standing in the middle of a busy highway, which is likely extremely dangerous. Moe is here with you. Moe thinks you should move. You don't really see the point.[/i] 
Nonetheless, Ally moves. He let Moe lead him off the street, and took a deep shaky breath. "I'm really sorry about that. I didn't expect- fuck." He exhaled slowly, straightening up and steadying his voice. "Sorry. Are we headed to the park, then?" He took Moe's hand, looking at the other questioningly. "Is this alright? I just. It's fine if it's not."