The first time Henry sees him—he’s sitting on a bench. The weather is unbearably beautiful, indulgent, welcoming, aiding the life and living in a way that was unimaginable just a few weeks ago.
And it’s all true in theory, Henry knows, and he sees it in practice—the grass is green, the sky is blue, the flowers are a vibrant myriad of different colours—he is seeing it, right now, and it’s all lovely and lively and golden. In theory.
Seven seasons, seven benches, and Alex and Henry's relationship in seven different stages.
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