[Oh. Ohhhh, sir, you cannot say those kinds of things to Henry when he is so freshly raw from his Shadow experience, when he’s newly affixed so much of his attentions to you. He’s rooting himself deep — or is it the other way around?
(A promise. No one’s ever promised him anything like this before.)
Alec’s hand feels so warm; Henry's forgotten to let go.]
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(A promise. No one’s ever promised him anything like this before.)
Alec’s hand feels so warm; Henry's forgotten to let go.]
...All right. A promise.
[No going back.]