[Alex did not bother trying to hide how pleased he looked when Henry actually took the flowers and immediately smelled them. It was beautifully cliche, but then, there was good reason for that. There was something simple and clean and pure about a small bouquet of flowers as a gift. Nothing more complicated than this pretty thing made me think of you and I hope you like them. In the world they both were used to living in with political angles and power plays usually tucked somewhere underneath every conversation or interaction, well, Alex appreciated the parts that were just... what they seemed to be.

So he smiled, nodding -- though that stilled at the kiss to his cheek before melting entirely. Henry wasn't the only one smitten.]

Ha. I mean if that's what you're into, I'm here to help.

[With a helping, or well, pinching hand? Who knew.]

Not a dream though. I'm like ninety seven percent sure of that myself anyway.