[ A tight a hug as Henry can manage in this state is probably not very tight at all, Mr. Noodle Arms. Still, Alec returns it tenfold, gripping him tight. ]
I've got you.
[ And when Henry looses that breath, something seems to unwind in them both, because Alec's quiet for a beat more, and then: ]
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I've got you.
[ And when Henry looses that breath, something seems to unwind in them both, because Alec's quiet for a beat more, and then: ]
You look like shit, you know that?