#and i wish june and bea were there and all the bar patrons shouting

[tropicalgummy]

Henry's eyes flick upward, hazy and hot, and unmistakably lock with Alex's at the edge of the stage, smiling broad and messy.

Alex feels somewhere, under the fifty layers of booze, something crystal clear, a shared knowledge of how rare and wonderful this version of Henry is. — Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston