[This is what you signed up for, Alec. No backing out now.

When Henry turns back around, his hands are cupped, and he draws closer to Alec, holding out his offering. A small brown spider, with long, slender legs, crawls curiously across Henry’s skin, nearing his fingertips.]

No, just the one. Her.

[He won’t inundate him with spiders. Isn’t he courteous?]

I never gave the ones back at my old home names, but I wonder if I should here. Go on, hold out your hand.