[ The way Alec smiles always takes on new dimensions around Henry. His usual grins that sit heavy with sarcasm or sharpened to a fine edge with danger, are melted away into something warm and genuine and only for Henry to see. He smiles like that at him now, lifting a hand to brush a bit of Henry's hair away from his face. ]
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I promised you, didn't I? No more prisons.
[ In whatever form they might take. ]