"What the hell, Henry..." Alex fussed, his turn to hide his face, pressed into Henry's hair while he blushed because who said those sort of things? More crucially who said those sort of things about him? And meant them. This ridiculous, beautiful poet of a man, apparently.

He tightened his arms around Henry, holding him securely.

"Making threats, baby? Am I supposed to be intimidated?" He was, in fact, not very scared at all.