[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.
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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.