[ Alec is much the way Henry remembers him, just sort of wandering though the graveyard with no real path or destination. All the commotion before, the pulsing of the tarot card in his pocket are just part of the drone of background noise.
He does here his name, if not the sound of Henry's approach, and he turns that lightless, lifeless gaze on him. ]
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He does here his name, if not the sound of Henry's approach, and he turns that lightless, lifeless gaze on him. ]
What?
[ He ain't even annoyed. ]