[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.

[But Alec would know that, of course.]