[A kiss is certainly nothing new between them, but this is different. Henry has spent so much of his life feeling as though he could never get what he wanted, even when he fought for it, that everything had been so unfair to him that it left room for nothing more than boiling anger. But this? This is finally, finally something different. This is being favored by fortune, represented so brilliantly by this man, and he presses in as Alec loops an arm around him, wanting to make it last as long as possible.
Eventually, Alec’s murmuring against his lips draws Henry back to reality, and he breathes out in amusement.]
What would she have to complain about? We’re not in anyone’s way this time.
[“Giddy” is not a word so readily applied to Henry, but when his own smile curves his mouth, it lacks all underpinnings of its usual performative, polite display. It is, for once, completely sincere — it even crinkles at the corners of his mismatched eyes.]
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Eventually, Alec’s murmuring against his lips draws Henry back to reality, and he breathes out in amusement.]
What would she have to complain about? We’re not in anyone’s way this time.
[“Giddy” is not a word so readily applied to Henry, but when his own smile curves his mouth, it lacks all underpinnings of its usual performative, polite display. It is, for once, completely sincere — it even crinkles at the corners of his mismatched eyes.]