[ Okay.

Which is to say that Alec throws him again. By the broken wrist and without care, towards a pile of debris. Boxes and boards and old, dirty sheets. ]

Looks like I don't have quite that hang-up with you.

[ Alec walks over to wherever Brenner is no doubt trying to get back to his feet, the pace almost leisurely. He casts as he walks, the low, stormy purple light of his magic floating along with his movement across the room. ]

But since you don't get it, and I'd so hate for you to die ignorant, I love Henry. It's as simple as that.