I Carry it With Me
"Should've organised separate parties," Pez bellows over the music, and Alex pulls back immediately so he can punch him in the arm.
"Fuck you," he says, grinning widely, and Henry wishes they hadn't stopped kissing. That had been really nice. It's possible he's a little bit drunk, but it's his stag do, so he thinks that's probably okay. "I'd have fucking found him anyway. We gravitate towards each other. I micro-chipped him twelve minutes into our relationship and I have a tracking app on my phone."
"That's illegal," Henry says solemnly, and Alex squeezes his hand on the table as he turns back to him. Henry feels the need to add, "But I don't really mind?"