Alex rolled his eyes at cake and all, but the feigned annoyance wasn't too believable given the way that softly content smile lingered on his lips. If anyone who knew him could see him in this moment, they'd probably be struck by how fucking smitten he very clearly was.

But Alex didn't notice.

Henry did have a good idea with the shower, and Alex nodded in agreement. "Shower." He stretched, the movement languid and slow, deliberate arch of his back, arms reaching above his head. That done he sat up and slipped to his feet, offering a hand out to Henry. "Come on, babe."