[ If he sat back and thought about it β really thought about it β Alec would realize that after that first time, there has never been a moment where he wasn't letting Henry in. Since the very first instant this man somehow slipped past his defenses, he's always been there. A constant, eking through the cracks, settling in as if he was here from the start.
Alec lifts his free hand, rests his fingers along the line of Henry's jaw, and leans in for one more brief kiss before he settles back. His eyes slip closed and his mind slips back β it's easier now, knowing they're not going back to the darkest day of his life. Easier knowing just what it is that's settled between himself and Henry.
Alec's mind bears them back to the morning before he appeared at the prison. His apartment. It's fairly nice, though certainly far from luxury. A middle of the road sort of dwelling in an older building on the fringes of downtown proper. They end up in the living room, with its three large windows that look out at other apartment buildings and businesses and the busy street below. It's a chilly autumn morning, and rush hour is in full swing. A few rays of orangey October sunlight pokes through clouds and bounces off the windows of the neighboring buildings to paint the room in warmth. There's large couch and a TV mounted on the wall. The space opens up to a kitchen β a nice kitchen, though certainly Alec wouldn't have it any other way.
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Alec lifts his free hand, rests his fingers along the line of Henry's jaw, and leans in for one more brief kiss before he settles back. His eyes slip closed and his mind slips back β it's easier now, knowing they're not going back to the darkest day of his life. Easier knowing just what it is that's settled between himself and Henry.
Alec's mind bears them back to the morning before he appeared at the prison. His apartment. It's fairly nice, though certainly far from luxury. A middle of the road sort of dwelling in an older building on the fringes of downtown proper. They end up in the living room, with its three large windows that look out at other apartment buildings and businesses and the busy street below. It's a chilly autumn morning, and rush hour is in full swing. A few rays of orangey October sunlight pokes through clouds and bounces off the windows of the neighboring buildings to paint the room in warmth. There's large couch and a TV mounted on the wall. The space opens up to a kitchen β a nice kitchen, though certainly Alec wouldn't have it any other way.
They are, notably, still holding hands. ]