In any case, just give it time. Sprezzatura is... a lot, I've noticed. But I do think her feelings of being a failure are all on her, and not anything you need to take responsibility for fixing.
[Listen, how many times has he called Alec "insufferable" in his head? He's only speaking the truth.]
I think I just believed that our friendship might have overridden any insecurities. [Naive of him, he supposes.] But if you say give it time, I'll give it time.
[ If this whole thing comes down to insecurities, then he's honestly not sure if there's anything the likes of himself or Henry can do for Sprezzatura. For now, though, he'll keep that little thought to himself. ]
Anyway, sounds like you've got options now. You sure you still want to come back with me?
[The way his eyes snap over to Alec again, brow angled, is immediate. His response, just as much.]
What? Of course I'm sure. This doesn't change anything.
[Does Alec think it might have? Did he give him room to doubt? Or does he think he should reconsider? Oh, those are ugly thoughts, and they feel like nettle in his chest.]
I want you.
[That moment when you forget to use the words "to stay with" between "want" and "you" in your very pointed statement.]
[ He's really not sure what he'd been fishing for with that question. Maybe he just wanted to see where Henry stood with regards to his very few connections.
In any case, the suddenness of that answer is not really a shock as much as it is a relief, one that Alec would otherwise be happy to never examine ever, but then Henry had to go and leave out some very key words in his next statement. ]
[He nearly registers the slip-up as the words are forming on his tongue (or certain words aren’t), but it’s already too late, and that’s probably, definitely too much at once — even if it's the pure truth with all of the pretenses filed off.
And normally, Henry is cognizant enough to reel that back in, diffuse the degree of intensity he privately harbors. But if Alec felt relief at his immediate reply, he did not vocalize it, and this compels him to clarify. To double down, in case this does somehow slip away from him. He can’t allow that.]
I said I want you. [Let him hear it again, then.] It isn’t about which world I end up in, or what opportunities or freedoms exist for me there. It’s about the person, and I've chosen you, Alec.
[ Yes, "oh." Definitely not the best response he could give, and certainly not the only one he plans on giving, but he needs a moment. Surely Henry of all people must realize the absolute shock of being told in no uncertain terms that he's someone's choice.
There's that feeling again, sudden warmth squeezing around his chest, threatening to rob the breath from his lungs. Now that Henry's put the words are out there in some form, perhaps he's more willing to see that feeling for what it is. More willing to realize that he wants this — wants Henry — too. This place has really changed them both, hasn't it? For better or worse, he really can't say, but goddamn. It feels nice to be wanted.
It hits him in that moment that he's been awfully quiet, which is probably not doing great things for Henry in the wake of whatever the fuck just happened with Sprezzatura. He clears his throat. ]
Fuck, Henry. [ He could crack a joke, but just this once, he doesn't seem to want to. He keeps replaying that last bit in his head, I don’t want to be where you’re not. ] Me too.
[“Oh” is far too ambiguous to be very comforting, and the stretch of silence that follows—even if he knows that Alec is trying to parse what he’s just said—is like a knife slipping in centimeters at a time as the seconds tick, tick, tick onwards. And again, that ugly feeling writhes, and again, he thinks to himself, Maybe I should have said nothing at all. Even if it was the truth, and even if he knows that truth will never change.
Any response would be better than none at this point. He almost breaks the silence himself, but when Alec finally speaks—Me too—suddenly all of his words stumble over each other, and never leave his mouth. Save for one:]
—really?
[It's all he can manage right now. Henry would have been fine (no, he would have been happy) with remaining close, remaining connected with Alec even if he received nothing more than solidarity in return, with stints of sated lust in-between. Even if what he felt was utterly one-sided, it would have been better than anything he’s ever had before. (He would not have been alone.)
But to have this reciprocated, even half as much? It is nice to finally feel wanted. It’s deliriously the best-case scenario, but it stuns him all the same.]
[ What does it say about the sorry state of them that they both struggle with the mere idea of being wanted? Needed? Nothing good, surely, though maybe that's why they gravitated to one another to begin with.
Alec breathes out an amused sound through his nose, the corner of his mouth quirking a little. What was it he'd said yesterday? It is what it is. And this is apparently what it is. Strangely, he can't seem to have any complaints. ]
[The look on Alec’s face banishes the bulk of Henry’s disbelief, and the request eliminates whatever fragments might remain. What’s left is the sensation of all he’s kept neatly tucked away starting to unfurl, tendriling warmly in the pit of his chest, constricting in his throat. Let free, and it’s almost debilitating.
Almost.
For once, he does not perceive it as a command for his pride to balk at. His body practically moves on its own, and he manages to shift over to close the space between them, leans in with his forearm bracing himself against the back of the couch, and meets Alec’s lips with his own. He doesn’t care if it comes across as too eager. This encapsulates everything that he wants.]
[ What would even qualify as "too eager" is not really on Alec's radar right now. For once in his godawful life, he's letting himself have something he wants, really and truly wants, and that's all that matters. Henry's lips meet his own, and he throws an arm around Henry's shoulders as he leans in to reciprocate.
It's just a kiss, something they've shared a dozen times over, so why does this one make him feel like he's lifted free of the couch beneath him? Haha, fuck. He almost feels giddy. Fuck. What the fuck. ]
... Cyllene's gonna kick our asses if she catches us again.
[ Murmured against Henry's lips. Clearly he's not too bothered by the prospect. ]
[A kiss is certainly nothing new between them, but this is different. Henry has spent so much of his life feeling as though he could never get what he wanted, even when he fought for it, that everything had been so unfair to him that it left room for nothing more than boiling anger. But this? This is finally, finally something different. This is being favored by fortune, represented so brilliantly by this man, and he presses in as Alec loops an arm around him, wanting to make it last as long as possible.
Eventually, Alec’s murmuring against his lips draws Henry back to reality, and he breathes out in amusement.]
What would she have to complain about? We’re not in anyone’s way this time.
[“Giddy” is not a word so readily applied to Henry, but when his own smile curves his mouth, it lacks all underpinnings of its usual performative, polite display. It is, for once, completely sincere — it even crinkles at the corners of his mismatched eyes.]
[ Still, now that they've brought it up, Alec does lean away a little to make sure that they're alone here in the common room. Just because certain things have changed — fallen into place, more like — doesn't mean that Alec is any less desiring of his privacy.
They are alone, for a small mercy, though that thought swiftly flees from his head when he catches Henry smiling. Really smiling, an expression that goes all the way up to his eyes. It makes his heart skip a beat. Hah. Shit, he's got it so bad. ]
That's a good look on you, Henry.
[ Sorry, were they talking about something else? ]
[A blessedly empty common room. It’s unlikely that Henry would have had this conversation at all if it was occupied by anyone other than Alec; good thing it was vacant, then, because the end result is a moment that’ll remain burned into his memory. The good ones are so few and far between. If music were playing, he'd have his own anti-him song.
[ He tilts his head, as if to get a better look at the expression. To commit it to memory from a second angle. Alec seems blissfully unaware of how his own expression echoes Henry's, something light and genuine instead of carefully crafted and sharp with sarcasm. ]
[Oh? Is he? Somehow, this realization doesn't even chase the expression away. He looks at Alec, who seems to be appreciating it from another angle, and he thinks of doing the same -- he's not the only one with something sincere spread across his features now.]
Well. It's reserved just for you.
[Alec deserves to see the real parts of him. Most of that has been ugly, furious rage, and violent predilections, but the fragments of contentedness are there for him to appreciate in equal measure whenever they surface, too. Rare as they are.]
You're smiling too, you know. More inspiration for my sketchbook.
[ They really have seen just about every facet of each other, haven't they? From the ugly and jagged to this strangely soft moment they're sharing on the couch. They've both seen each other's masks and what lies underneath, and yet somehow defying all odds, here they are. Smiling at one another. ]
You'd better not show it to anyone. [ He leans in, presses their foreheads together. ] This is just for you, too. Our little secret, hm?
[ No one else has earned the right. No one else could possibly hope to, he thinks.
He slips his hand up to the back of Henry's neck, tugging him closer. Come here, he wants another kiss. ]
[What can be more enticing than that, especially for people like them? There’s an intimacy that’s hard to surpass when two individuals share a secret, and more so when it’s so rare it’s almost a vulnerability between them. A fragile thing to hold with care — the first real secret he wishes to treat kindly, for once.]
Just ours to share then.
[He says in return, and his thoughts run parallel to Alec’s: no one else has earned the right.
Henry’s urged forward, and he barely needs to be urged at all. He leans in again with a tilt of his head, giving him the kiss the both of them want, close and warm. Grounding.]
[ He and Henry are both in the business of secrets to some degree, so to have this, something they can keep between themselves and be utterly selfish about, is a gift unto itself.
So is kissing Henry, he's realizing. They had that one moment before, free from the burden of expectation and the sharp edge of heat, and he'd thought to himself how nice it was. He never pursued more of it afterwards, but now... well, he just might.
This is soft and slow and warm, and Alec is more than happy to indulge in it for a while. ]
[He has no qualms about being selfish, especially if it means there are aspects of Alec he can keep partitioned to himself. Hidden away in private memory to be shared with no one else.
And he doesn’t have any problem with letting this linger, either. Lips faintly parted, the kiss is drawn out until both of them have to pull away to draw breath, and even then Henry doesn’t draw back terribly far.
Though Alec has heard it before, here comes another rarity from Henry:]
Thank you.
[Just… for everything. And for letting him interrupt his rest and relaxation time to dump drama on him.]
[ Ohh, this is going to spoil him. He likes this so much. It's like some void in him that he's chosen to ignore or didn't even realize was there in the first place is suddenly no longer empty. What a wild fucking feeling.
They do part eventually, but it seems neither one of them are keen on going far. His lips quirk a little, and his hand slides over, the backs of his knuckles running along the side of Henry's face. ]
Well, you know. Out of all the people in this whole shitty multiverse, I'm glad it was me.
[Instinctively, Henry tilts his head ever so slightly into that touch, Alec's knuckles just grazing along the side of his face. What a strange, gentle sort of sensation, all of it so alien to him, but he takes to it as though he had been wanting all of his life for someone (no, just Alec) to touch him like this.
"This whole shitty multiverse". Henry chuckles again, more than aware of that sentiment being echoed a second time between them.]
Mm. Who would have guessed when you're so insufferable all the time?
[ That's a new tone of voice, one that Alec certainly never expected to have turned on him. One that probably should feel strange coming from Henry of all people, but it strangely slots in right alongside everything else about this moment and settles perfectly.
Another small laugh. ]
It's a part of my charm. Sorry, but you're stuck with it.
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That's not exactly what I mean, but yes. You are tactless a lot of the time.
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[ Another laugh. But more seriously: ]
In any case, just give it time. Sprezzatura is... a lot, I've noticed. But I do think her feelings of being a failure are all on her, and not anything you need to take responsibility for fixing.
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I think I just believed that our friendship might have overridden any insecurities. [Naive of him, he supposes.] But if you say give it time, I'll give it time.
[Of course he'll take his advice.]
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Anyway, sounds like you've got options now. You sure you still want to come back with me?
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What? Of course I'm sure. This doesn't change anything.
[Does Alec think it might have? Did he give him room to doubt? Or does he think he should reconsider? Oh, those are ugly thoughts, and they feel like nettle in his chest.]
I want you.
[That moment when you forget to use the words "to stay with" between "want" and "you" in your very pointed statement.]
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In any case, the suddenness of that answer is not really a shock as much as it is a relief, one that Alec would otherwise be happy to never examine ever, but then Henry had to go and leave out some very key words in his next statement. ]
... Pardon?
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And normally, Henry is cognizant enough to reel that back in, diffuse the degree of intensity he privately harbors. But if Alec felt relief at his immediate reply, he did not vocalize it, and this compels him to clarify. To double down, in case this does somehow slip away from him. He can’t allow that.]
I said I want you. [Let him hear it again, then.] It isn’t about which world I end up in, or what opportunities or freedoms exist for me there. It’s about the person, and I've chosen you, Alec.
I don’t want to be where you’re not.
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[ Yes, "oh." Definitely not the best response he could give, and certainly not the only one he plans on giving, but he needs a moment. Surely Henry of all people must realize the absolute shock of being told in no uncertain terms that he's someone's choice.
There's that feeling again, sudden warmth squeezing around his chest, threatening to rob the breath from his lungs. Now that Henry's put the words are out there in some form, perhaps he's more willing to see that feeling for what it is. More willing to realize that he wants this — wants Henry — too. This place has really changed them both, hasn't it? For better or worse, he really can't say, but goddamn. It feels nice to be wanted.
It hits him in that moment that he's been awfully quiet, which is probably not doing great things for Henry in the wake of whatever the fuck just happened with Sprezzatura. He clears his throat. ]
Fuck, Henry. [ He could crack a joke, but just this once, he doesn't seem to want to. He keeps replaying that last bit in his head, I don’t want to be where you’re not. ] Me too.
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Any response would be better than none at this point. He almost breaks the silence himself, but when Alec finally speaks—Me too—suddenly all of his words stumble over each other, and never leave his mouth. Save for one:]
—really?
[It's all he can manage right now. Henry would have been fine (no, he would have been happy) with remaining close, remaining connected with Alec even if he received nothing more than solidarity in return, with stints of sated lust in-between. Even if what he felt was utterly one-sided, it would have been better than anything he’s ever had before. (He would not have been alone.)
But to have this reciprocated, even half as much? It is nice to finally feel wanted. It’s deliriously the best-case scenario, but it stuns him all the same.]
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Alec breathes out an amused sound through his nose, the corner of his mouth quirking a little. What was it he'd said yesterday? It is what it is. And this is apparently what it is. Strangely, he can't seem to have any complaints. ]
Get over here and kiss me already, would you?
[ That's Alec-speak for "yes, really." ]
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Almost.
For once, he does not perceive it as a command for his pride to balk at. His body practically moves on its own, and he manages to shift over to close the space between them, leans in with his forearm bracing himself against the back of the couch, and meets Alec’s lips with his own. He doesn’t care if it comes across as too eager. This encapsulates everything that he wants.]
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It's just a kiss, something they've shared a dozen times over, so why does this one make him feel like he's lifted free of the couch beneath him? Haha, fuck. He almost feels giddy. Fuck. What the fuck. ]
... Cyllene's gonna kick our asses if she catches us again.
[ Murmured against Henry's lips. Clearly he's not too bothered by the prospect. ]
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Eventually, Alec’s murmuring against his lips draws Henry back to reality, and he breathes out in amusement.]
What would she have to complain about? We’re not in anyone’s way this time.
[“Giddy” is not a word so readily applied to Henry, but when his own smile curves his mouth, it lacks all underpinnings of its usual performative, polite display. It is, for once, completely sincere — it even crinkles at the corners of his mismatched eyes.]
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They are alone, for a small mercy, though that thought swiftly flees from his head when he catches Henry smiling. Really smiling, an expression that goes all the way up to his eyes. It makes his heart skip a beat. Hah. Shit, he's got it so bad. ]
That's a good look on you, Henry.
[ Sorry, were they talking about something else? ]
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Though, a brow raises. What look?]
What do you mean?
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[ He tilts his head, as if to get a better look at the expression. To commit it to memory from a second angle. Alec seems blissfully unaware of how his own expression echoes Henry's, something light and genuine instead of carefully crafted and sharp with sarcasm. ]
I like it.
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Well. It's reserved just for you.
[Alec deserves to see the real parts of him. Most of that has been ugly, furious rage, and violent predilections, but the fragments of contentedness are there for him to appreciate in equal measure whenever they surface, too. Rare as they are.]
You're smiling too, you know. More inspiration for my sketchbook.
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You'd better not show it to anyone. [ He leans in, presses their foreheads together. ] This is just for you, too. Our little secret, hm?
[ No one else has earned the right. No one else could possibly hope to, he thinks.
He slips his hand up to the back of Henry's neck, tugging him closer. Come here, he wants another kiss. ]
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Just ours to share then.
[He says in return, and his thoughts run parallel to Alec’s: no one else has earned the right.
Henry’s urged forward, and he barely needs to be urged at all. He leans in again with a tilt of his head, giving him the kiss the both of them want, close and warm. Grounding.]
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So is kissing Henry, he's realizing. They had that one moment before, free from the burden of expectation and the sharp edge of heat, and he'd thought to himself how nice it was. He never pursued more of it afterwards, but now... well, he just might.
This is soft and slow and warm, and Alec is more than happy to indulge in it for a while. ]
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And he doesn’t have any problem with letting this linger, either. Lips faintly parted, the kiss is drawn out until both of them have to pull away to draw breath, and even then Henry doesn’t draw back terribly far.
Though Alec has heard it before, here comes another rarity from Henry:]
Thank you.
[Just… for everything. And for letting him interrupt his rest and relaxation time to dump drama on him.]
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They do part eventually, but it seems neither one of them are keen on going far. His lips quirk a little, and his hand slides over, the backs of his knuckles running along the side of Henry's face. ]
Well, you know. Out of all the people in this whole shitty multiverse, I'm glad it was me.
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"This whole shitty multiverse". Henry chuckles again, more than aware of that sentiment being echoed a second time between them.]
Mm. Who would have guessed when you're so insufferable all the time?
[(Jokingly fond.)]
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Another small laugh. ]
It's a part of my charm. Sorry, but you're stuck with it.
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[In the same way Alec will have to deal with Henry’s everything. Both of them are hardly deterred.
He leans a shoulder against the couch, considering the other man.]
It’s what I get for interrupting your downtime. You looked a little worn out.
[Did someone finish his portals?]
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