[He doesn’t like dirt or grime or blood in his room, no, but the situation’s different when Alec’s injured. When he appears at the foot of his bed so suddenly that it does actually make Henry startle, the sight stills him for a half-second, and then he’s up on his feet from his perch on the bed to offer him support.
He has an arm around him in an instant, but at an angle in which he can still assess just what’s happened. Eyes rake across his form. It looks like he’s just come fresh off a scuffle, but what stands out is the state of Alec's leg, his knee. Blood.
Concern pinches at his brow, of course, but there is a strange intensity in Henry’s gaze that is hard to parse. Like it could be either fire or ice.]
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He has an arm around him in an instant, but at an angle in which he can still assess just what’s happened. Eyes rake across his form. It looks like he’s just come fresh off a scuffle, but what stands out is the state of Alec's leg, his knee. Blood.
Concern pinches at his brow, of course, but there is a strange intensity in Henry’s gaze that is hard to parse. Like it could be either fire or ice.]
What happened.