By the Angel, how could he leave after hearing that? How could he leave at all? He couldn't. Not when Alec was playing something horrible and not arguing with him about wanting a drink.

This wasn't about him. He wouldn't make about himself. He'd promised more than simply not drinking and no matter what he was feeling he wasn't going to walk away.

So he gently elbowed Alec's arm to make him miss the keys and took over the piano, playing a song he'd already played once before, but it felt relevant at the moment and it was one he knew without having to think.

Only this time he didn't just play, he started singing. Only for Alec. He had a point-two points-to make, one he'd share and one he was sure he couldn't ever share. Not without destroying everything.