It wasn’t a big deal. That was the mantra that Henry had been reciting to himself over and over for the last hour or so as he had cooked dinner for he and Miles. Food in stomachs, rational heads, not at all nervous; yep, that’s how it was going to go. They were just going to sit down and discuss boundaries, like adults. He was going to fully embrace the whole Daddy thing and he was going to be good at it. Forget about the fact that once Henry’s 40th birthday had come and went, he’d focused even more on how much older he was than Miles, almost old enough to be....he had to shut down that train of thought before he started to dwell. He debated whether or not alcohol was a good idea, but he figured a little would help the honesty flow from their lips easier, so he chose one that would go well with the dish, Miles’ favorite, and opened it after he plated the food and carried it to the dining room table. As he poured wine into two glasses, he called out for the younger man, “Miles, can you please come sit down before I freak out and try to hide myself in a kitchen cupboard or something?!”. @sweetsurrcnder