They’ve been on four dates in two weeks when Zack comes to surprise Henry after work on a Thursday afternoon. They haven’t made a habit of hanging out at the airport together, but Henry fixes up a big old bowl of poutine, clocks out, then joins Zack up on the observation deck. Who knows what they’ll get up to, but there’s certainly no harm in having a snack first.
“Do you work tomorrow?” Zack asks him between bites.
Henry nods. “At eleven. How ‘bout you?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“So what do you wanna do tonight?”
“Well,” Zack says, “if you don’t have plans…”
“Cuz I’d rather sit at home with my parents than hang out with you, uh huh. Go on…”
“I was thinking, we never really got to finish what we started in that hotel room, and I’ve really been wanting to spend the night with you—wake up ne
