[He was dancing like nobody was watching, Henry. Except there was someone watching. Not that Alex knew this, and not that Alex would know this until he turned around, full hip-swaying with a now full plate of French toast he was going to cover and hope to keep warm until--]

...ah! Fuck! Henry!

[Startled, he jumped and only just barely managed not to fling the plate at the ground in reflex.]

How are you so quiet? You scared the life out of me. [Fussing, but he held up the plate and smiled.] But good, you're up. Are you hungry? I made breakfast.

[Now that he on the back end of that sudden adrenaline surge, he took in the sight of the other man, still sleep-rumpled and in his jimjams. Kind of adorable, kind of endearing.]