[ Alec rolls his eyes, as if to say, "Yeah, right" but he stays quiet anyway. The sleepy, contented atmosphere is catching, and he's happy to just watch as Henry drifts off. Now it's his turn to see the way sleep softens the other man, to watch him slip into a state of vulnerability. It feels like he's witnessing a precious secret.
He's not far behind, letting sleep claim him, one arm still loose around Henry. Weird to think they'll both still be there in the morning, and even weirder to realize that he's more than okay with that. Looking forward to it, even.
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He's not far behind, letting sleep claim him, one arm still loose around Henry. Weird to think they'll both still be there in the morning, and even weirder to realize that he's more than okay with that. Looking forward to it, even.
This prison is truly a strange place. ]