[Oh yes, Henry feels the same way. He hates any prison, and all the forms they take — but this is the only one he is glad to have been trapped in, if only because he could find Alec here, and be with him when they leave.
But, is that Alec ducking his gaze away? It’s almost coy, almost shy. He’s committing that to memory, too.]
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But, is that Alec ducking his gaze away? It’s almost coy, almost shy. He’s committing that to memory, too.]
Yes. I want to hear it again.