The standing spooning was nice. It truly was, but the First Son was greedy. Alex turned enough so that could wrap his arms around Henry. That was better. Much better. He nuzzled against Henry's cheek before pressing a kiss there, mind still pleasantly fuzzy in the lingering afterglow.

"Shut up," was his answer to the question. "But yes, I am. Don't sound so smug."

Except Henry had every reason to be as smug as he wanted.