[Tugged along, Henry happily joins Alec on his bed, settling close and folding his legs beneath him as he sits, opposite and facing the other man. (But not before nudging his shoes off, too; thanks for the courtesy, Alec.)

Notably, he still isn't releasing his hand, though he quirks his smile.]

Same as last time, then. [Same as always for Henry, but minus any murderous attempts.] When you're ready, close your eyes and focus on home. On your city.

And then relax and let me in.