Harry’s wings awkwardly bump against Alfred’s, trying to engulf him fully. His voice is thick with self frustration, and everything Jean told him about himself. He’s a coward.
“I got weird about things. It’s not your fault. I should’ve come by earlier…sent you a message or something. I’m sorry I made you worry.”
PERCEPTION - (With your face pressed against his shoulder you sniff him gently. First thing you smell is the first thing you’ve noticed in general: a lot less burning now, and a lot more like Alfred, clean and soft. That’s very good. It means he isn’t burning things or straining himself.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (How Alfred smells is with a touch of mint. Like you could melt him with your mouth and not the other way around.)
“I haven’t been myself much. The movie stuff wasn’t great for me, threw me for a loop. And when I started being more me-me again I’ve been weird.”
HALF LIGHT - (Jean summed it up. You’ve been a freak, basically.)
VISUAL CALCULUS - (Let me take a look.) He carefully pulls away and looks at Alfred, reaching to cup his cheek like he might shatter his face. He breaks things. The proof of this is written all over his body. Harry’s hands are big, covered with a fine white spider’s web of scarring from broken glass from somewhere he doesn’t remember. Somewhere that was probably a long time ago. So he scans him like a crime scene. For signs of damage, exhaustion, sickness. For anything Harry can see when he looks in the mirror. Is a soul deep sickness communicable? Are there mind-lazareths that can help Alfred if he starts going crazy too?
“I’m not mad or angry…I know what happened. M'just worried. Are you okay?”
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“I got weird about things. It’s not your fault. I should’ve come by earlier…sent you a message or something. I’m sorry I made you worry.”
PERCEPTION - (With your face pressed against his shoulder you sniff him gently. First thing you smell is the first thing you’ve noticed in general: a lot less burning now, and a lot more like Alfred, clean and soft. That’s very good. It means he isn’t burning things or straining himself.)
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (How Alfred smells is with a touch of mint. Like you could melt him with your mouth and not the other way around.)
“I haven’t been myself much. The movie stuff wasn’t great for me, threw me for a loop. And when I started being more me-me again I’ve been weird.”
HALF LIGHT - (Jean summed it up. You’ve been a freak, basically.)
VISUAL CALCULUS - (Let me take a look.)
He carefully pulls away and looks at Alfred, reaching to cup his cheek like he might shatter his face. He breaks things. The proof of this is written all over his body. Harry’s hands are big, covered with a fine white spider’s web of scarring from broken glass from somewhere he doesn’t remember. Somewhere that was probably a long time ago. So he scans him like a crime scene. For signs of damage, exhaustion, sickness. For anything Harry can see when he looks in the mirror. Is a soul deep sickness communicable? Are there mind-lazareths that can help Alfred if he starts going crazy too?
“I’m not mad or angry…I know what happened. M'just worried. Are you okay?”