[Honestly, Henry? Alex had found Henry so obnoxiously handsome that it truly and greatly pissed him off for the longest time.

"You're beautiful (derogatory)" - Alex Claremont-Diaz, repeatedly, in his own head.

Since that kiss on New Year's Eve though, well, he'd started realizing a few missing pieces that shifted his view on the whole thing and part of why that had always been so deeply frustrating. Bisexual disaster in full bloom, this one.]

I mean, no yeah. Same for you. It's about what you want too, so don't forget that.

[Because the sense that Alex had gotten, after months of traded text and phonecall banter was that Henry seldom actually considered his own wants nearly enough.

But the serious words said, he couldn't help but add,] Will you hold something else against me? If I ask nice?