Ever since he was a wee lad, Henry had been taught how to stay still, how to abide by all of the rules of the palace, and most importantly how to not be himself. The fact that he could be himself - as Henry with Alex was everything that he'd needed.

It hadn't been too hard to make some excuse or another to get away and go to DC. Shaan had just given him a look and made the arrangements.

It had been far too long since they'd last seen each other and while Henry did not fidget on the plane, he was antsy to get there.

As soon as they arrive and the car door opens, Henry is out and heading straight to where he imagines Alex to be. There should be more formality, he knows but he had to see him.

"Alex," he says, spotting the other man and strolling up to him.