Should Alec flip to the front, he’ll see sketches of varying things and places in the prison. And then there’s an intricately detailed spider. A few unfinished figure drawings, abandoned half-way through. And then a few more spider drawings.
A sketch of a grandfather clock. Then some spiders in glass jars. A sketch of a huge, swollen moon in a night sky. THEN MORE SPIDERS.
The spider drawings actually seem to become more in number once he asked for the terrarium from the item box; Alec might recognize Charlotte in there.
[ Yeah, yeah this is about what he expected to find. A few odds and ends here and there and then so many spiders. Soooo many spiders.
And then him. It's one thing to hear Henry say he's the first fully-rendered person to make it into his sketchbook, but seeing it is kind of jarring. ]
[The shape of her is in there somewhere, and maybe with a little more detail than most. But Alec is definitely the only one truly rendered with time and care, in an intimate setting.
Maybe this is flattering. Maybe this is a red flag. But it's proof supporting what he told him: he's been pivotal to Henry.]
Sprezzatura. Some of our teammates, too. Komaeda's pretty unique, for example.
[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.
[ Alec glances over, tries not to get too caught up in how surreal it is to just be lounging around in bed, chatting. ]
I've noticed that we've got a lot of those on this team. Broken people. People stuck in cycles or trapped by circumstance. That can't have been an accident.
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I make it a point not to be noticed long enough for someone to tell me if I'm handsome or not.
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Seems like a waste.
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Does it?
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Think of all the compliments you’ll never get to hear.
[But maybe it’s better this way; he gets him all to himself.]
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...Good.
[An exception means he's special, which is a thoroughly wonderfully satisfying thing to hear.]
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Don't let it go to your head or anything.
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Pencil down, sketchbook lowered.]
There. You're officially the first fully rendered person in my sketchbook now.
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The first? What the hell else do you have in there?
[ IS IT FULL OF SPIDERS ]
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Yes.]
Do you want to see?
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Sure. Let's see what you've got.
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Should Alec flip to the front, he’ll see sketches of varying things and places in the prison. And then there’s an intricately detailed spider. A few unfinished figure drawings, abandoned half-way through. And then a few more spider drawings.
A sketch of a grandfather clock. Then some spiders in glass jars. A sketch of a huge, swollen moon in a night sky. THEN MORE SPIDERS.
The spider drawings actually seem to become more in number once he asked for the terrarium from the item box; Alec might recognize Charlotte in there.
And then, finally, the drawing of Alec asleep.]
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And then him. It's one thing to hear Henry say he's the first fully-rendered person to make it into his sketchbook, but seeing it is kind of jarring. ]
You're really not one for figure drawing, huh?
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[Henry Creel has always been a misanthropist. This is reflected in his sketches.]
Though some of the people here are far more interesting than anyone from home. I’ll give them that much.
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[ He has noted she's not on any of these pages. At least not with the kind of detail with which Alec was rendered. ]
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Maybe this is flattering.
Maybe this is a red flag.But it's proof supporting what he told him: he's been pivotal to Henry.]Sprezzatura. Some of our teammates, too. Komaeda's pretty unique, for example.
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[ He flops back onto the pillows, arms resting behind his head. ]
Living like that would fuck anybody up.
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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.]
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I've noticed that we've got a lot of those on this team. Broken people. People stuck in cycles or trapped by circumstance. That can't have been an accident.