"Okay, don't look at me like that, I'm still working this out," Alec is saying, as one of the cats narrows his (her?) eyes at him, and the one perched at his arm gives a brief warning with claws. "Can you blame me? It hasn't been easy, for either of us, but it almost feels too easy. I know how this sounds, I'm not-- okay, look, I never expected-- it feels too good to be true."
His palms are open in front of him as he gestures animatedly, no more than usual, really, but... sincerely. It doesn't seem to be phasing the cats, if anything it keeps them engaged, and Alec's not sure why he cares, thinks maybe he should feel more crazy that he feels better the cats are paying attention than he would if he was just talking to himself. Regardless, he can't seem to stop talking. Maybe it's something about their eyes. Suddenly he's grinning, and off on another tangent, something awkwardly poetic about Magnus' beautiful eyes he would never, ever say out loud normally and it's almost enough to make him stop. Almost.
He pulls the keys out of his pocket, dangles them in front of the nearest cat, just out of her reach, and keeps talking while she takes a few lazy swipes at the glittering metal.
"He gave me these. He wants me here. It's my second home, too," he announces to the cats like he's one of them now. And then what he said sinks in.
It's enough to finally stop the stream of consciousness rambling. Enough to alert him to eyes on his back he should have sensed sooner. He doesn't startle, however, just swivels in his chair enough to shoot an absolutely blinding grin at Magnus. Who probably heard Angel knows how much of what Alec has been saying.
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His palms are open in front of him as he gestures animatedly, no more than usual, really, but... sincerely. It doesn't seem to be phasing the cats, if anything it keeps them engaged, and Alec's not sure why he cares, thinks maybe he should feel more crazy that he feels better the cats are paying attention than he would if he was just talking to himself. Regardless, he can't seem to stop talking. Maybe it's something about their eyes. Suddenly he's grinning, and off on another tangent, something awkwardly poetic about Magnus' beautiful eyes he would never, ever say out loud normally and it's almost enough to make him stop. Almost.
He pulls the keys out of his pocket, dangles them in front of the nearest cat, just out of her reach, and keeps talking while she takes a few lazy swipes at the glittering metal.
"He gave me these. He wants me here. It's my second home, too," he announces to the cats like he's one of them now. And then what he said sinks in.
It's enough to finally stop the stream of consciousness rambling. Enough to alert him to eyes on his back he should have sensed sooner. He doesn't startle, however, just swivels in his chair enough to shoot an absolutely blinding grin at Magnus. Who probably heard Angel knows how much of what Alec has been saying.
But it's been the truth, so... maybe that's okay.