[Yes, it says something that this apparent declaration of love is what overrides even the very worrisome light show that Alec's magic is putting on. That it even supersedes the way he can scent ozone tinging the air, like right before a storm rolls in.
Honestly, what else can he do? Push himself back up to his feet, try to run from whatever this is? Whatever is going to bear down on him? Brenner is instead overcome by some kind of manic... realization in this moment, instead, like so many pieces are coming together all at once to point to one single thing:
Alec Brennan is just as dysfunctional, just as broken to pieces, as Henry Creel.
A bark of a laugh nearly tumbles out of him. Of course. Why didn't he account for that?]
Made for each other. Tell him his Papa sends all the well wishes he can imagine.
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Honestly, what else can he do? Push himself back up to his feet, try to run from whatever this is? Whatever is going to bear down on him? Brenner is instead overcome by some kind of manic... realization in this moment, instead, like so many pieces are coming together all at once to point to one single thing:
Alec Brennan is just as dysfunctional, just as broken to pieces, as Henry Creel.
A bark of a laugh nearly tumbles out of him. Of course. Why didn't he account for that?]
Made for each other. Tell him his Papa sends all the well wishes he can imagine.