Then sleep here. [Henry’s already standing to pick up Alec’s dirty, bloody clothes. He’ll make sure they get cleaned or patched up. Maybe a suggestion box request is needed for new jeans.] You can even get under the blankets if you want. That’s how much I like you.
[ His jeans and his jacket took the worst of it. The rest of him is relatively unscathed. Also, he can fix the jeans with magic. The tear isn't that big. ]
Wow, Henry. I didn't know you cared.
[ So flat. But he's still crawling under the covers. He's tired. ]
When Alec settles in, Henry can’t help himself — he ducks down to steal the briefest, sneakiest of all kisses. He’s glad he didn’t come to any real harm. Then he looks down at him, quirking a brow.]
[ Oh, boo. That kiss is much too brief, but he hasn't the energy to protest. Instead he offers a weary sort of grin, a huffed out half-laugh. ]
I've got some idea.
[ And it really doesn't take him long to pass out, thanks to the toll taken on his body from his own magic. But more than that, he feels weirdly safe here. What a truly bizarre turn of events for him.
This isn't the first time he's fallen asleep in Henry's bed. It's not likely to be the last. ]
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And what’s that look for?
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[ And he isn't even psychic. ]
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[ Duh. ]
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He shouldn’t give him the satisfaction. But Alec wouldn’t believe him.]
It might as well be something I like. I don’t want just a black band like you.
[Have some artistic tastes, Alec.]
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I just reserve the right to tease.
[ Boyfriend rights. ]
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[Yeah, yeah, flex those boyfriend rights.]
Maybe I’ll design it myself.
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I’ll mock up a few ideas in my sketchbook while you do your research. Maybe get your opinion on a few when I’m done, too.
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In the meantime, I need a fucking nap. I've had a hell of an afternoon.
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[In your dirty state!!]
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Wow, Henry. I didn't know you cared.
[ So flat. But he's still crawling under the covers. He's tired. ]
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When Alec settles in, Henry can’t help himself — he ducks down to steal the briefest, sneakiest of all kisses. He’s glad he didn’t come to any real harm. Then he looks down at him, quirking a brow.]
More than you could ever understand.
[Ain’t that the truth.
Get some rest, buddy.]
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I've got some idea.
[ And it really doesn't take him long to pass out, thanks to the toll taken on his body from his own magic. But more than that, he feels weirdly safe here. What a truly bizarre turn of events for him.
This isn't the first time he's fallen asleep in Henry's bed. It's not likely to be the last. ]