[Promises promises. Alex watched Henry as he fussed over the flowers, feeling that warmth spread straight through his chest. He tried to remember the last time he felt this... this... fucking fluttery about a date. And he can't.
He smiled and nodded, tilting his head towards the door.]
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[Promises promises. Alex watched Henry as he fussed over the flowers, feeling that warmth spread straight through his chest. He tried to remember the last time he felt this... this... fucking fluttery about a date. And he can't.
He smiled and nodded, tilting his head towards the door.]
Then let's go. Night's ours.