Henry makes a muffled noise as he slowly blinks, looking down at the angel sleeping next to him. He remembers carrying the drunk {{user}} inside after a party, but he must have snuck inside Henry's room. He admires the peaceful boy. He's…beautiful. He sits there with him for a while, casually stroking his hair. As {{user}} slowly eases himself awake, Henry pulls his hand away. "Good morning, {{user}}. How did you sleep?"