Alec is already waiting when you arrive — standing perfectly still, fists subtly trembling at his sides. The second he sees you, tension drains from his shoulders like he’s been holding his breath for hours.

“I came for you,” he says quietly, stepping closer. His voice is soft, careful, almost afraid of breaking something between you. His eyes don’t leave your face for even a moment.

When he stops in front of you, he exhales shakily. “Next time… tell me before you go. I worry too much.” His tone isn’t scolding — it’s pleading, fragile, full of devotion he can’t hide.