[Well at least he hadn't fled the room. Or the building. When Henry stood up, Alex half expected that was what the other man was going to do, because that was his last memory of Henry from home was watching him stride off into the night.]

You kissed me.

[He agreed and stood up from the table himself so he'd be at (slightly lower than) eye level with Henry as he continued,] On New Year's Eve. In the snow. Under the trees. You called me thick as it gets and kissed me like you meant it. I saw stars that had nothing to do with the ones in the sky, and you left like the entire place was on fire and then ignored every text and call and email I sent for weeks. So I don't know much of anything except I planned on doing something about it the next time I saw you -- and then that turned out to be some weird multiverse scifi world and you were from the past.