[As Alec well knows, Henry is always put-together... on the outside. Presentable, polite smiles are part and parcel of his forward-facing facade, and he wears them well.
But tonight, there is something a little more strained at the eyes — noticeable maybe only as he approaches in the Unicorn common area, standing before him as he finds Alec sprawled out across the couch.]
Where am I supposed to sit, if you’re taking up all the couch space?
[Apparently he’s inviting himself to sit, whether or not the other man needs a moment to stretch out and relax, post-portal creating spree.]
[Take out the soft-toned delivery, and he might even sound petulant. He wants to sit on the couch, next to Alec, but he doesn't say that much. Instead: he uses his powers to nudge the man's legs out of the way, at least to giving him enough clearance to claim a single cushion for himself.
[ He moves his legs out of the way when nudged, pulling himself up to something more resembling a sit. He gives Henry a long look, noting the strain simmering under his expression. ]
[Henry sits, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees and twining his long fingers together. A muscle jumps in his jawline as he skews his smile a little, looking at Alec.]
Is it that obvious?
[Either he's slipping, or Alec's getting better at reading him. Henry really did just approach with the intention to sit, to maybe let the thoughts simmer in the man's presence, but now that he's prompted, he wonders where to start.
Maybe with-] I found myself stuck under the mistletoe again yesterday. This time with Sprezzatura.
[ A half shrug. Maybe it is obvious, to Alec. He knows how to read people, and that includes Henry Creel. Though he won't pretend that his ability to read Henry isn't because they've gotten so close. ]
I did, too. [ So that seems like a strange place to start. Everyone got stuck with everyone yesterday. ] Did something happen?
It's a... reverse scenario of something that happened before you arrived in this place. When I was still figuring out my friendship with her. [That feeling of being able to connect with someone who shared so much in kind with him.] To put it simply, I kissed her once. And her reaction was not ideal. I think she was dealing with too much at the time.
[In the end, it gave them room to reach a proper common ground, one that didn’t always feel like it was on shaky foundations. So Henry doesn’t sound terribly upset about that, one way or another. Especially now.
But—]
So fast forward to now, and imagine my confusion when she's the one hoping for a positive reception, and I'm just surprised. Things have shifted in places where I haven't seen them. [He gives Alec a meaningful look.] On both ends, I think.
[One can assume this, overall, did not go over well. But Henry hasn't even gotten to the bit about not going with Sprezzatura to her world.]
[ His first thought is that he really didn't sign up for any relationship drama — but neither, he realizes, did he sign up for a relationship, so why is that his thought at all? And why does something tug in his chest when Henry gives him that look?
Focus, Alec. ]
Okaaay, so... I'm guessing she didn't take it well.
[Have you met Sprezzatura? he almost says, but instead opts for a simple shake of his head.]
No. But that’s not the only reason why.
[But wait, there’s more relationship drama. Alec didn’t sign up for it, and Henry doesn’t want said drama, but here they are.]
I told her that once we’ve escaped this prison, I’m going home with someone else. [Henry doesn’t have to wonder why he chose that moment to tell her; because those things that have “shifted” really do revolve around the man sitting next to him. The way everything wants to wheel around him, and how Henry does not stop it.] She had plans to ask me to do the same. I suppose in retrospect, the timing was bad.
[TO SAY THE LEAST]
She wanted to “save” me, Alec. And now she sees herself as a failure since someone else beat her to it. I don’t think there’s much salvaging this.
[ Not even the part about her Shadow. Alec is a master of keeping shit to himself for various reasons. Henry's free to do the same, especially because none of that pertains to Alec at all. Or so he thought. ]
It's the part where she feels like she failed for losing some competition I didn't even know we were having.
[He knows it’s bullshit. And maybe that’s not how she actually meant it. But if Henry chooses to dwell on the idea for too long—though, pointedly, he does not—the reason why it bothers him would crystallize. The way it makes him feel more like One again, just a parameter defined by performance, rather than Henry.]
I said it didn’t change anything. And that she did aid me in her own way, if that mattered so much.
[Though it felt like handing out consolation prizes, for how much good it did.]
[ Oh, but it does bother Alec. Possibly moreso than Henry because he doesn't have all the context, because he doesn't know Sprezzatura well enough to give her the grace of assuming that's not what she meant. He frowns. ]
And this is a friendship you want to salvage, or-?
[He pauses. He can throw away so many acquaintances with ease, thinking nothing of them, but there are a few in this place that stick like burs. And a rarer few that he would particularly not like to lose.]
I can count on my fingers how many people I've ever felt close to. People I've felt like I resonate with on a deeper level. You're one of them. ["Resonate" is maybe an understatement with Alec, but that's a different matter.] And so is she. But then again, so was Eleven. And that fell apart, too.
[So, you know, nothing new.]
So yes, it would be nice to salvage it, but I hardly know what else to tell her.
Like I'd know where to start either. I'm usually better at making this kind of situation worse.
[ Personally, he doesn't see anything here worth salvaging, but far be it from Alec to tell Henry what he can and can't do. Some part of Alec has realized that he could probably ask just about anything of Henry and he'd do it, and that's something he's determined to never take advantage of. Alec uses people as easy as breathing, but not Henry. Never Henry. He's had enough of that. ]
But it sounds to me like the both of you could do with a couple days to sort out your thoughts.
[Henry’s far better at making things worse, too. He had to make an attempt to hold his tongue more than once, so maybe he’s simply not destined to provide people comfort. Kids, he can deal with. Their wants and needs are so easy to understand. But beyond that?
Opposite of Alec, Henry eases back to recline against the back of the couch. Honestly? All of this is just so… ridiculous.]
This is why I don’t like dealing with human relationships.
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