Alec tried to fight back a shiver when Adam touched his hand. He expected the pain to intensify the way it had every time he'd moved or for Adam to accidentally jar the injury and cause it to become worse. His eyes widened when he felt something warm wash over the abused skin and into the cuts. Biting his lip, he tried to keep still but his fingers twitched, curling toward his palms more than they had since he'd been injured.

"That's how I felt. Like I was your servant or less than that." The warmth was easing the ache, making his thoughts hazy so it was easier to explain what had happened instead of snapping at Adam. "I told you I didn't know how to be around people. I tried, but you kept distancing yourself from me" That sounded sad and pathetic, but as his hands finally started feeling like they might eventually work again, he didn't care if Adam thought he was weak for letting the loneliness get the better of him. "You acted like you thought I'd hurt you."

Gently flexing his hands, he couldn't hide his relief when his fingers curled the way he wanted them too. He was so focused on watching the cuts fade that it took a moment for Alec to realize what Adam had said. "It wouldn't do that! Even if it could, it wouldn't. You're not. That's not. I'd like. But you wouldn't." Healing him didn't mean Adam liked him. Even if he did like Alec, Adam wasn't gay.