Alejandro doesn't doubt him. But he wants him to let go-- don't stand on self-control for his benefit; if there's a time where it's worth it to have both of them unraveling, it's now. He wants to feel all of him, every raw ragged edge of emotion. He knows Hephaestion is as passionate as Alexander, eve if the taller man has always been so much better at being regal and presentable and orderly. Fuck that.

Show me all of you.

His smile is tangible against that frantic kiss. There you are.

"Mi vida," he sighs, repeating my life, this time in Spanish. Because it sounds lovely in Spanish, and because it's just ... natural, now, with who he is. Alejandro runs his hands over Jon's hair and holds him tenderly.