This wasn’t right.
Not only was he missing a doily, though he doubted that Theo would mind that very much, but the teaspoons, which he’d already put on the tray, were meant to go atop these napkins. That may’ve been a bother to Theo, so Henry quickly removed the spoons, placed the napkins where they’d been, and replaced the spoons over them.
He could try, at least, to show Theo that not everyone minded particular habits and fussiness. Not everyone was amused by that. Someone, maybe, might’ve even been charmed and comforted by it. The same someone who was still surprised and honored by how much of himself Theo shared with him last night. On the rooftop. Beneath the stars.
Henry got the feeling that Theo was a rather private person, while Henry himself had—until the war—always been more o
