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[striketwice]

REVERIE INBOX "THIS IS ALEC. MAKE IT QUICK." ⚡ voice . text . action ↳ OVERFLOW | REGISTRY

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[vecna]

[Suddenly, he feels like he will happily deal with an eternity of unmade beds to hear things like that from Alec.]

You already have.

[Holds onto him a little tighter, a little closer.]

We just have to leave this place.

[striketwice]

[ Oh, he feels the way that embrace tightens in every fiber of his being. His heart practically throbs in response. God, he never wants to let this go. ]

We will.

[vecna]

[That feeling is more mutual than he could possibly know.]

It can’t be long now. The Warden has to be losing her grip on this place.

[striketwice]

Sure feels like it, huh? I've noticed the registry is a fraction of what it was when I got here.

[ All of like. ~20 days ago. ]

[vecna]

[It was a ~20 days with a lot of stuff happening all of the time, okay.]

Yes. It seems like it. All those familiar faces, gone…

[Henry trails off. Speaking of familiar faces, and leaving this prison, he supposes he should mention—]

Well, one thing was resolved before we leave this place, at least. I spoke with Sprezzatura again recently.

[This is a fine and not at all awkward subject to broach right.]

[striketwice]

[ To Alec's credit, he doesn't grimace outwardly. After all the stuff with Komaeda's palace and, well... this, he'd nearly forgotten about his fight with Sprezzatura. ]

Yeah? How'd that go?

[ Better to see where she and Henry are at before he brings it up. ]

[vecna]

[Alec hides it well; Henry has no reason to believe anything happened between him and Sprezzatura, short of trawling through his mind for that recollection.]

She apologized for the way she framed the things she said. [Not that Henry was ever that upset about it.] And then she clarified that her real fear was losing one more thing she considered precious: our friendship.

[striketwice]

[ Of course. Of fucking course. ]

She sure had a hell of a way of showing it.

[ It's a token argument at best, with no real heat behind it. He groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. ]

She came to talk to me before we went into the palace. It... didn't go well.

[vecna]

[That throwaway argument is all but expected. Henry knew that he had lowered Alec's opinion of Sprezzatura the last time they talked about this -- but the rest? That does surprise him a little.

At this, Henry actually leans back, propping himself up on an elbow to get a proper look at him.]

...Just how unwell did it go?

[Mind churning: he knows Sprezzatura, and he knows Alec. He knows how they Are. Uh oh.]

[striketwice]

[ Okay, now he grimaces. No going back now. ]

I yelled at her, she screamed at me. There was almost physical violence.

[ So you know NOT GREAT. ]

[vecna]

[Almost physical violence. Well.]

Alec...

[Does he have to do some damage control here.]

[striketwice]

I know, I know. You weren't even mad at her, but I fucking was.

[vecna]

I know you were. And I am grateful for that.

[BUT-!!!!]

I take it she knows, then, that I'm going home with you?

[striketwice]

She does. She kinda put two and two together on her own.

[vecna]

[Yes, but he does wonder to what degree. There's a difference between "I am going home with this guy on my team" versus "I fell very obsessively hard for this one man who is now the center of my universe and I Would Do Anything for him."

His lips thin a little, considering.]

I see. And now, are you still angry with her?

[striketwice]

[ Alec actually has to stop and think about that. After that little altercation, he wouldn't exactly call himself fond of her by any stretch of the imagination, but angry? ]

I dunno. Kind of hard to be mad about much of anything right now.

[vecna]

[His shoulders rise in an inhale-exhale, not-quite-sigh. Yes, it is hard to be angry, or concerned, or really anything other than just content right now. Though he will have to follow up with Sprezzatura eventually. Maybe smooth a few things out, if such a thing is even possible when dealing with stubborn personalities. (You're stubborn, too, Henry.)]

I don't mean to ruin the moment. And I won't tell you what to do, but it would be nice if you did try to be civil with her from now on. She just lets her... passion get the best of her, sometimes.

[striketwice]

[ Oh, Henry. He could ask anything of Alec, and Alec would do it — including uttering an apology. He can, at least, be civil. For Henry's sake. ]

I noticed. [ He's still surprised she somehow refrained from smacking him. ] Fine. I'll do my best. For you.

[vecna]

[Sometimes a guy's just too lost in the "I would do anything for you, anything at all" mindset to even consider that the reverse could also apply.

Still, that tugs a smile out of him—the sincere kind—and he eases forward to give Alec another kiss.]

That’s all I can ask for.

[striketwice]

[ As ever, when Henry smiles at him — really smiles — Alec can't help but return the expression. He lifts a hand, slides the backs of his knuckles along the side of Henry's face, so fond. ]

Hope I didn't make things more difficult for you.

[vecna]

[He likes that expression on Alec's face, too. He should wear it more often.]

Difficult? You? Never.

[He kids, while leaning his face into that touch.]

In the end, as long as you're here, that's all I need. [There are connections here that he'd not want to lose, of course. Some he would even feel bad to see go. But Alec is more than that, he's Henry's lifeline, and the most important person here to remain close to, above all else.]

[striketwice]

[ Only around Henry. ]

As happy as I am to hear that— [ and he is quite happy indeed ] —it's not my goal to rob you of your other relationships.

[vecna]

[He huffs a little.]

You're not robbing me of anything. [The opposite is true. He's only ever given, and given, and given.] I just told you, all I need is you. [This sentiment times one hundred. One thousand. Innumerable.]

Besides, I'll talk to her again soon. Maybe she'll have cooled off by then.

[striketwice]

[ Being someone's everything is still such an alien idea to him, that his chest constricts every time Henry drives home that point. But still— ]

Still, I'm just saying. You're allowed to have friends. Even if we don't— [ vague hand motions ] —get along.

[vecna]

I know.

[Of course he knows that. Alec's priorities have always revolved around giving him freedom and agency he never really had before. He doesn't expect butting heads with one of Henry's friends will change that.]

Alec. I'll never think that you're trying to control or manipulate me. Or take something away because it inconveniences you. [Which is very, very ironic. Because he could just ask nicely for anything, and Henry would do it.] I trust you more than that. So don't worry.