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Oh god, Henry thought, body tensing as he set his book down on the arm of the couch. I’m going to–
“Achoo!” Henry lets out involuntarily, his body flinching with the force of the sneeze. He sniffles and looks up to the kitchen island where Alex is, for some weird reason, stock-still. Henry’s brows furrow as Alex whips his head around, then pivots his entire body on his heel. Alex blinks as he half-heartedly raises an arm to point at Henry.
“Was that you?” Alex says. “Did that sneeze just come out of your mouth?”
Henry is even more puzzled now.
“Yes,” he draws the word out, eyebrows pinched.
“That sneeze, that was you?” Alex repeats, eyebrows raised in disbelief. Henry sighs.
“Yes, Alex, believe it or not, us royals can sneeze too–” Henry’s exasperated sentence is cut off by yet another sneeze shocking him out of nowhere. He scrunches his face up but opens his eyes at the sound of Alex’s gasp. When he looks up, Alex’s eyes are shining with mirth.
“Just so you know, Hen,” Alex grins, teeth poking out. “You sneeze like a kitten.” Henry’s nose wrinkles in distaste.
“I do not,” he replies tersely, seemingly put off by the comment. “I would have you know that I sneeze like a perfectly normal human bei–”
Henry sneezes again, his sentence being cut off by the action. His watery eyes snap up to Alex’s knowing grin but Henry raises a menacing finger to point at him before he can speak.
“Say that I sneeze like a kitten again, and I will have your head,” Henry seethes. His face is downturned into a frown, and he seems as if he’s on the verge of pouting.
“Yeah, yeah,” Alex shrugs, and much to Henry’s chagrin, he rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Any threat you pose is undermined by the absolutely adorable face-scrunching thingy you do after you sneeze, baby.”
Apparently, His Royal Highness The Prince of Wales was not above pouting. Alex only chuckles as Henry continues to frown at him.
“Alright, Hen, what do you want for dinner?” Alex had, thankfully, dropped the topic, letting Henry turn back to his book in peace. “You want me to cook us something or you wanna order in?”
“I think I want to order in,” Henry hums, concentrating on his book yet again. “We could order Thai and watch Bake Off?”
Alex only grins as he flops himself onto the couch unceremoniously, pulling out his phone and typing at it rapidly. Henry rests his head on Alex’s shoulder as he curls into him, allowing Alex to give him a small peck on his forehead.