"Will you be coming home to change for tonight?" Henry asks as he sits at the table. "What's tonight?" "The foundation's annual fundraising gala." Henry answers, pausing midway through bringing his tea up to sip. Alex's jaw flexes, he sighs heavily, and rests his hands on his waist for a moment before shaking his head. "I have a dinner meeting with Zahra and the other partners I can't get out of tonight, Henry." Henry feels his face getting warm, his mouth pinching into a tight line. He sets his tea back on the table and takes a breath to steady himself, hoping his tone stays even when he speaks. "I told you about the gala weeks ago, Alex, and it's been on the calendar ever since. You know it's always this time of year." "Jesus, Henry." Alex sighs and turns once on the spot, looking down at his feet before resting a hand on top of the counter. Henry doesn't know how Alex is the one that gets to be upset with him in this whole thing. Finally, after a moment Alex looks up at him. "I can come by after the meeting is finished?" Henry swallows thickly, pushing his toast away, no longer hungry, the kitchen walls feeling as though they're closing in on him. "Don't worry. I'll convey your regrets."