[ He doesn't have amnesia about the important things about her, which is basically the same thing. Whatever memories of the time they spent together before now he doesn't have are being shored up with the memories he's collecting now, everything about their routine falling back into place like they never stopped.
He probably could have guessed about his drawings. He's just been enjoying things as they come, disgusting honey stickiness and all.
Alec blinks his clumped, sparkling lashes, pretending to contemplate tentacles as he looks peacefully into her tragically woeful eyes. ]
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He probably could have guessed about his drawings. He's just been enjoying things as they come, disgusting honey stickiness and all.
Alec blinks his clumped, sparkling lashes, pretending to contemplate tentacles as he looks peacefully into her tragically woeful eyes. ]
Hundreds, minimum. It's a freakshow underground.