"That's what makes you dangerous. You don't see it. I didn't at first either. I saw what you wanted me to see, I think, what you show everyone. All that calm still water, reflecting what you think you're expected to." The metaphor was crafting itself as he continued, the dance forgotten even if their feet were still moving, sweeping along the dance floor, dark and light, day and night. "But you're so much more than that. I thought you were shallow, but your waters run so deep, I'm not sure I'll ever find the bottom."

But he wanted to try, would take the risk -- the very real risk -- of drowning in Henry, in all that hidden passion and intensity and the gentle kindness in him. Damn it, he was starting to sound smitten in his own head.

"It's your fault too. You let me actually see you. What did you expect to happen?" Besides Alex going and deciding that Henry was a beacon that he needed in his life.