Lenore was teaching Alec a lot about himself. When he'd decided to be monogamous with Lenore, that was a conscious decision. He knew what decision he was making, and he planned to keep to it. But he hadn't signed on for any of this other stuff, the full weight of it, and despite what he'd told anyone else who asked, he was feeling it. Something like empathy or something, which was unusual. He didn't feel a whole lot of empathy to anyone other than those he was close to, and that usually consisted of people he'd know for years. He hadn't made the decision to be here for Lenore, but he was finding himself capable of it. He was finding himself capable of reading her emotions, trying to differentiate between what she needed from him and what he could give her, and he was finding it easier to give with each day. He hadn't known he could do that. He hadn't known he could act as some kind of grounding force for someone who was going through something so extremely shitty. He wasn't really dwelling on any of these decision to the extent where he actually made them - he just kept doing things that felt right at the time. Coming over every morning with food felt right. Just like coming over tomorrow for Christmas - regardless of how he personally felt about the holiday - would feel right; he didn't have to think about it, and measure out what exactly he would be giving up to do that. He hadn't known he could be selfless in this kind of way before, but she made him want to be. If it meant she'd still be able to have good moments, and laugh and kiss every inch of his face like it was the greatest thing she'd ever felt before.
He also hadn't known he could establish a relationship that was definitely not platonic with another person and have it consist of more than sex. They hadn't been doing a whole lot of kissing lately, and he had found that he was okay with it, because there was somehow more important things than kissing going on right now - which was another first for him. They hadn't even gotten to the sex, and there was already so much weight to this relationship. So he gave into this kiss - the first real one in a while, and when she pulled back and tucked her head beneath his chin, he pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"For future references, that's probably not a great way to start a confession," he murmured. He was all limbs and length and Lenore fit perfectly in his lap, curled up against his chest. "You could tell me you plan on brutally murdering a catholic church full of nuns at this point and I'd be happy to hook you up with some fearsome fire power so long as it makes you happy." That wasn't something she had taught him, he'd generally been that giving - and forgiving - with friends. She didn't have to know how close to the truth that thought probably was, though. That type of shit tended to scare people off more than anything else.