[He’s not even going to attempt to understand every reference that comes out of Alec’s mouth.

The question, though, prompts a dimly questioning look. He takes a moment to reply, not because he doesn’t already know the answer, but because… how does he articulate it?]

If I return to my world, I’m still fighting tooth and nail to get what I want. If I go with you, I already… have it. In a way.

[Broken pieces sticking together. Someone well and truly the same as him, in a world that doesn’t need fixing as long as that remains the baseline.

Eyes seeking Alec’s face, his expression.]

Or am I being too presumptuous?

[He has been, before.]