[He’s always had to crack open the door to a mind with some effort, and even after that, his ease of entry—like a shadow sliding through a small open space—has always been insidious at worst, and unsettling at best. But things with Alec are different. Trust (and care, still warmly strange to him) make such a difference. The door is wide open, and Henry only needs to step though.
(Not without a kiss first, though, if Alec has his way. And he does. It’s almost a distraction — but a most pleasant one, all the same.)
And just like that, he’s in. Warm fingers are still clasped around his own, and when Henry opens his eyes, that’s the first thing he sees — his gaze trails up Alec’s arm and onto the man’s face, before widening his interest to the rest of the apartment around him.
It’s the most modern living space he’s ever seen that wasn’t the white, sterile walls of a lab. The windows let in so much light, and the murmuring bustle of traffic and people eke in, acting as gentle white noise. There’s a— Television? On the wall? What a novel idea.]
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(Not without a kiss first, though, if Alec has his way. And he does. It’s almost a distraction — but a most pleasant one, all the same.)
And just like that, he’s in. Warm fingers are still clasped around his own, and when Henry opens his eyes, that’s the first thing he sees — his gaze trails up Alec’s arm and onto the man’s face, before widening his interest to the rest of the apartment around him.
It’s the most modern living space he’s ever seen that wasn’t the white, sterile walls of a lab. The windows let in so much light, and the murmuring bustle of traffic and people eke in, acting as gentle white noise. There’s a— Television? On the wall? What a novel idea.]
So this is yours?
[This apartment. A safe assumption.]