Feelings were more complicated when one was as dumbass, so Alex had a ways before those were spilling out of him -- though they were already entirely inevitable. Maybe they'd been inevitable since that unfortunate moment at the climate conference. Or since the cake incident. Or when they were tangled up in a pile of limbs in the maintenance closet.

Either way, here he was being very favorably compared with a dog, and yeah, he'd take that as the highest of compliments.

It was his turn to snort. "Dear Diary, today Henry said I was good just like a dog. It's the nicest thing he has ever said to me. I think we've peaked."