“I miss you,” Alex says before he can stop himself. He instantly regrets it, but Henry says, “I miss you too.”

— Jane Austen

“Would it make any difference if I told you not to see him again?” “No.”

Canon.

AGCD & HGEJFMW.

Hey, have I told you lately that you’re brave? I still remember what you said to that little girl in the hospital about Luke Skywalker: “He’s proof that it doesn’t matter where you come from or who your family is.” Sweetheart, you’re proof too.

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So, the thing about the kiss is, Alex absolutely cannot stop thinking about it.

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Husbands.

Ninety-eight percent probability of Prince Henry looking like a total dreamboat. Seventy-eight percent probability of Alex getting himself banned from the United Kingdom forever.” “Those are better odds than I expected,” June observes. Alex laughs, and the plane soars on.

His eyes lock on Alex’s, and something like annoyance or adrenaline spikes in Alex’s chest. He hasn’t had a conversation with Henry in probably a year. His face is still infuriatingly symmetrical.

Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry Fox.

Canon.

They talk for so long Alex has to plug his phone in to keep the battery from dying. He rolls onto his side and listens, trails the back of his hand across the pillow next to him and imagines Henry lying opposite in his own bed, two parentheses enclosing 3,700 miles.