[Henry floats his sketchbook and pencil over to a little nightstand nearby, making room for him to casually lay down next to Alec. His hair splays against his pillow as he turns on his side to look at him.]
He’s just another broken person.
[Casually.]
Maybe he’ll find a way to break free of the cycle he’s trapped in. I told him not to resign himself to it. I know what it’s like to feel held captive.
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He’s just another broken person.
[Casually.]
Maybe he’ll find a way to break free of the cycle he’s trapped in. I told him not to resign himself to it. I know what it’s like to feel held captive.
[But Alec would know that, of course.]