"I don't know. Regrettably, I suppose, I just like you."

He put the ointment on, thought belatedly they should have washed him down with cool water not from the overhead sprinklers, and hoped it wasn't too late to not leave a scar. It was a much larger burn than he anticipated. Hopefully none of the shirt fibers were caught in it, but he could see where the shirt and the hairs on Alec's arm had been singed even where the burn was minimal.

"You really are very nice, even if you often embody a sense of gloom. And when you direct your kindness and thoughtfulness at me, it makes me feel ...rather special."