Indeed, Henry would not have traded in the cake for anything because it symbolized the start of their unlikely friendship. It had compelled him to make the first move in the friendship after their broom closet adventure, he'd found out Alex's phone number and texted him covertly and it had blown up from there.

It became something beautiful over the course of the months; being able to look down and see a text from a friend, where Alex would share aspects of his daily life, and that had compelled him to do the same, and now here they were-- this mess was not really a mess but a happy accident.

So he took the hand offered to him with a raise of his brow. "We are a sticky mess so a shower is probably a good idea." and then a leaned in whisper. "You like making me a sticky mess, don't you?"