[ Alec doesn't recall much of their escape, or much of what happens afterward. He lost consciousness at some point, which was probably a small blessing, considering that he got jostled once or twice. (Drax tried, he really did.)
What he does recall is Peter. His presence like a warm glow, always there, his rage and worry like a storm, crashing around him, but that was okay because at least he was here.
He comes to at some point, staring at yet another unfamiliar ceiling, but his eyes flick to Peter, his hand on Alec's arm, and he feels himself smile before drifting off again. (He was so scared of being connected, but they already were. They already had been, and Alec can't live his life as half a person. He's not that strong.)
When he wakes again, it's with a little more clarity, and he turns his gaze quietly to Peter, still there, hand still on his arm, and says softly, ]
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What he does recall is Peter. His presence like a warm glow, always there, his rage and worry like a storm, crashing around him, but that was okay because at least he was here.
He comes to at some point, staring at yet another unfamiliar ceiling, but his eyes flick to Peter, his hand on Alec's arm, and he feels himself smile before drifting off again. (He was so scared of being connected, but they already were. They already had been, and Alec can't live his life as half a person. He's not that strong.)
When he wakes again, it's with a little more clarity, and he turns his gaze quietly to Peter, still there, hand still on his arm, and says softly, ]
That's got to be hell on your back.