They were so good at being two guys, just bros, barely even friends then somebody bends. Wait. Well, close enough, and Alex couldn't be held to blame for where his thoughts went. He was not in control of them at the best of times.

Once he was done with that bit of rudimentary tidying up, he stretched himself alongside Henry. There was a hesitation that lasted some fractional second before he shifted enough to slip his leg to half drape over, half tangle with one of Henry's. He reached over, fingertips tracing up and along the prince's chest. Apparently Alex wasn't done touching yet.

"It definitely is. You'd medal. But if you can rest a little better while you're here... then that's great."