[Well, at least Alec isn't too terribly upset about it. In all honesty? Ori probably was the least tormented compared to Sprezzatura and that frightened young man.
He glances at him again.]
I threw her around the graveyard. Her shoulder... [Might hurt. But it's likely tended to by now, right? Healing magic is active again. The Lovers cards are abundantly overflowing.] And I made her see someone she's lost.
[These descriptors are, in fact, purposefully truncated. Details are messier, he can gently step around those.]
He closes his eyes, scrubs at his face again. Since when has he ever had to apologize or fix anything he's done? Never. What a foreign, foreign concept.]
Henry frowns, dropping his hand. He lets his now-empty glass float back over to the nightstand.]
Since she's your friend, I'll do what I can to salvage what... can be salvaged.
[How things have changed, he's thinking, with vague detachment. Since when did he ever care about being better? Maybe because he had always thought he was in the right, but now... Now, it's hard to think that. Having harmed something that's important to Alec does make him regret.]
[ They've both landed in a weird space where they feel like there's something that should be salvaged, for whatever reason. Alec's never been one to care to make amends, but with Ori especially, he owes it to her. Like Henry, she's seen the things that are deep and dark and painful in him, and she didn't shy away.
[ Alec knows well enough by now how to read the minutiae of Henry's expressions, and how something so small can be indicative of something much, much bigger. That Henry wants to salvage anything at all is huge.
[He can read him better than anyone. Even when he's wearing his mask of congeniality, Henry knows Alec's learned to see through it as though it were never there.
He turns his hand palm-up, fingers gently curling around his.]
We'll give it some time first. ["We" makes it feel like it isn't an impossibility.] I doubt she wants to see me right this very moment. And I still don't feel at one hundred percent.
[Henry continues to look hesitant as he searches Alec’s face.]
After I broke her arm, I invaded her mind. We fought there, too. And then I decided to leave.
[And maybe, somehow, that is where their friendship saved them. That he didn’t kill her on the spot while she was trapped in her own mind must be a testament to something. Too bad that doesn’t feel like it helps matters.
Too bad it gets worse-]
And I left her inside of her own mind for a short while. She…
[ Alec isn't angry, for whatever it might be worth. He could never be truly mad at Henry, anyway, but in this instance especially, he just wants to help. ]
Come on. We can't fix it if I don't know what's broken.
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