[ Oh, Henry. Something in Alec's chest twist watching him all but collapse. There was... truly nothing he could have done to prevent what happened to him, but even so he feels like if he had just been just a little bit faster, a little bit stronger, maybe...
God. What a useless fucking way to think.
He ducks briefly into the bathroom and returns shortly with a damp cloth. It's gentle, the way he sits down next to Henry, guiding him to look at him with a hand at his chin so he can begin to wipe away the blood and grime and sweat. ]
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God. What a useless fucking way to think.
He ducks briefly into the bathroom and returns shortly with a damp cloth. It's gentle, the way he sits down next to Henry, guiding him to look at him with a hand at his chin so he can begin to wipe away the blood and grime and sweat. ]
I'm so sorry.