[ He knows that by now, that Henry is a stickler for neatness. It's why these little moments where he ever lets himself be less than perfectly put together strike him like they do. ]
Too late.
[ God. The little fond undercurrent that's somehow seeped into the way Henry jabs at him snakes its way through his ribs to wrap tightly around his heart. Every time. It does that every time, and Alec struggles to remember how he possibly lived without this man making his way into every facet of his being.
He reaches for Henry to pull him close. Maybe they don't usually cuddle or bask in the aftermath or even engage in much pillow talk, but that's happening now. He's decided. ]
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Too late.
[ God. The little fond undercurrent that's somehow seeped into the way Henry jabs at him snakes its way through his ribs to wrap tightly around his heart. Every time. It does that every time, and Alec struggles to remember how he possibly lived without this man making his way into every facet of his being.
He reaches for Henry to pull him close. Maybe they don't usually cuddle or bask in the aftermath or even engage in much pillow talk, but that's happening now. He's decided. ]
Come here.