[Alec saying such things... It makes Henry want to guarantee that he'll always be near. Always beside him, like now. His fingers flex in a gentle squeeze around his hand, as though to cement him there with the gesture.]

I hated that place. I never thought of it as home, not really.

[And yet it's still important to him. It's why it still exists, ravaged, in his mindscape.]

But it's still an important place in my memories. And I want to show you everything important to me.