[The storm in Alec’s eyes is enough to draw Henry in, but today, coupled with those words? He’s loses himself in those flashes of light, he’s enraptured by it — by everything.
But not quite enough to halt himself from responding, the words still never feeling like enough, like they can’t exactly contain how he feels, but he has to get them out now. It feels right to. No barb, no wry teasing. Pure sincerity, something that Alec, too, will only ever hear.]
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But not quite enough to halt himself from responding, the words still never feeling like enough, like they can’t exactly contain how he feels, but he has to get them out now. It feels right to. No barb, no wry teasing. Pure sincerity, something that Alec, too, will only ever hear.]
I love you, too.
More than anything.