[Beneath the heat, or perhaps intermingled with it, there exists a deep gratitude that is full to bursting. A warmth that he has long learned to identify as a deep love for this man, who has done so, so much for him. And yes, that includes killing his shitty father figure. Lancing that ghost away from the pieces of his past that might want to catch up to him -- what very little remains of it, anyhow.
(And relief, too. Even if Henry is less inclined to acknowledge that, as though it might give even Brenner's ghost a scrap of power over him. That he had once existed as a shadow hanging over his new life with Alec, one that might eke in between the cracks at any moment.
Well, no longer.)]
I hope you made him suffer.
[A murmur into his lips, the hand at his shirt now reaching up to stroke his thumb along his jaw.]
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(And relief, too. Even if Henry is less inclined to acknowledge that, as though it might give even Brenner's ghost a scrap of power over him. That he had once existed as a shadow hanging over his new life with Alec, one that might eke in between the cracks at any moment.
Well, no longer.)]
I hope you made him suffer.
[A murmur into his lips, the hand at his shirt now reaching up to stroke his thumb along his jaw.]