[His brows raise as he wipes off the jam with his hand. Is this the way Alec and his older self act in private? He can't say that he dislikes it. It's refreshing and feels right in its own way.
Then he wipes his hand on Alec's face, right down his nose.]
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Then he wipes his hand on Alec's face, right down his nose.]
You're going to make me burn the sausages.