[No, he imagines it will take more than a few plainly-stated sentences to undo any of the damage he's seen here today. And why would he want to? Someone so broken to the core is just like-
He stops that dangerous line of thought. That almost-admittance. Instead, the rainwater splashes in, the storm grows fiercer outside. Sirens are crying out somewhere in the distance.]
Are you sure?
[Henry reaches out with two fingers of his left hand, brushing fingertips across the red that paints Alec's skin. This touch probably isn't wanted, or even really comfortable, but since when does he care about that?]
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He stops that dangerous line of thought. That almost-admittance. Instead, the rainwater splashes in, the storm grows fiercer outside. Sirens are crying out somewhere in the distance.]
Are you sure?
[Henry reaches out with two fingers of his left hand, brushing fingertips across the red that paints Alec's skin. This touch probably isn't wanted, or even really comfortable, but since when does he care about that?]
You don't have anything else you want to show me?
[All the dark things in this head of his.]