[ Henry is probably a bit too tired to properly collect the pieces and conclude how well it will stick in his mind. Bright and vibrant and as real as the day he was whisked away from his home to land here in the prison. As sharp as the sights and sounds and smells of the Chicago Riverwalk in autumn. It will always be there.
But, for a blessing, he has Henry to pull him out of his thoughts, to help shove those memories back in the deep dark place where he keeps the death of his father, and the long torment of his childhood.
Listen to me, he says. And Alec does. ]
Henry... [ He leans into the hand on his face, presses into the warmth of Henry's palm. That touch, weak though it is, is grounding. ] I'll get there. I promise.
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But, for a blessing, he has Henry to pull him out of his thoughts, to help shove those memories back in the deep dark place where he keeps the death of his father, and the long torment of his childhood.
Listen to me, he says. And Alec does. ]
Henry... [ He leans into the hand on his face, presses into the warmth of Henry's palm. That touch, weak though it is, is grounding. ] I'll get there. I promise.