Disclaimer: I fought rabid raccoons for these bastards.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Alec, how much can a secret really weigh on someone?"

Alec thought for a moment. "I always thought it depended on how much you let it," he said slowly. "The more you focus on it, the more solid it becomes. Why?"

Jack shrugged.

Alec frowned. "Does someone need to confess about the drunken guy found in Neil's bed?"

"It was a moment of weakness, never to be repeated. My heart will always be with him, sadly."

"Wasn't you, huh."

"Well, I left the door unlocked. I think I'm to blame. But don't tell Neil."

"Is that it?"

"No, it wasn't."

"Are you going to tell me?"

Jack turned back to his book. "No."

"Tomorrow then?"

Jack sighed. "I think this one is for keeps, Alec."

Alec nodded. "Your choice."

"yeah."

Jack thought about it a moment. Then finally and again, "yeah".