[And maybe he can sense that, not only because he’s psychic, but because he cannot imagine Alec would ever wish to be this way — instead, he would want Henry to fight tooth and claw to do all in his power to return him to normal. To return his heart to him, someday, somehow.

He reaches out, a hand slotting behind neck, his touch firm.]

All that I can to remind you of why you should come back to me. I hate all this talk of bonds — but I know ours isn’t so weak to have fallen apart just because of one idiotic game.

[And he’s here to prove it. It has to work. Desperation and determination feel the same, now; and so he doesn’t wallow in either. He leans in and presses a hard, messy, impatiently imploring kiss against Alec’s lips.

Work. It must work. If one thing in his life should go right, let it be this one, or he’ll tear the universe apart.]