Alec wants to say you're terrible at interrogation, because that's not even a threat.
Except he has a glimmer of comprehension that if he says that, she'll stop leaning all her weight on him, and that idea just doesn't really work for him. He wants to sigh and cant into her fingers tugging so lightly at his hair, her palm over his face, settle into this, but that also might not produce ideal outcomes, as someone smarter and more of a dork than he is might say.
"I wanted to make sure I didn't forget your face," he says, after a moment spent trying to come up with a lie and finding none that aren't worse than the truth, "There's amnesia going around. I thought if you ever showed up again you'd assault me if I didn't recognize you."
He shrugs where he's pressed down, a little heave of shoulders going nowhere.
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Except he has a glimmer of comprehension that if he says that, she'll stop leaning all her weight on him, and that idea just doesn't really work for him. He wants to sigh and cant into her fingers tugging so lightly at his hair, her palm over his face, settle into this, but that also might not produce ideal outcomes, as someone smarter and more of a dork than he is might say.
"I wanted to make sure I didn't forget your face," he says, after a moment spent trying to come up with a lie and finding none that aren't worse than the truth, "There's amnesia going around. I thought if you ever showed up again you'd assault me if I didn't recognize you."
He shrugs where he's pressed down, a little heave of shoulders going nowhere.
"Apparently you'd just do that anyway. Ah, well."