[The moments pass, and it becomes clearer that he won't be moving from this bed for a while yet. Every limb is useless. Even when Alec returns, it feels like an effort just to tilt his head here and there to let him wipe away the grime and matted blood, even if he is guided by his touch.
Still, it's the most relaxed he's felt since the start of the last game; relieved, but in that hollowed-out, exhausted way.
But then he hears the tone of Alec's voice, and his eyes flutter open again.]
It wasn't you.
[Alec, with his heart missing, with his desires gone... It just wasn't him. If he's apologizing for the things he said, the way Henry's world collapsed in on itself, then he should harbor no blame for it.]
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Still, it's the most relaxed he's felt since the start of the last game; relieved, but in that hollowed-out, exhausted way.
But then he hears the tone of Alec's voice, and his eyes flutter open again.]
It wasn't you.
[Alec, with his heart missing, with his desires gone... It just wasn't him. If he's apologizing for the things he said, the way Henry's world collapsed in on itself, then he should harbor no blame for it.]
...Saying those things, I mean.