the best of starts, the broken heart, the stone

[somatophylax]

Henry didn't wait long after getting the call from one of Olin's people (Mina is too soft a name for that woman) before getting on a flight to Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua. They were lucky to catch him between projects, and besides, it would be warmer in Juárez than in Detroit

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[megosalksandros]

As the inauguration draws closer, Alex is more and more eager to get the hell out of the country. He's considering popping in with the aid of his PINpoint, but he's going to have to weight the potential horrified reactions of him being nearly in two places at once carefully. He's getting more calls and more pressure to be here and there and put in appearances - everything that he hates; being yanked around and argued over

[somatophylax]

It's about time for him to show up, so Henry is paying less attention to his newspaper and more to the crowd. For various reasons he's not holding any kind of sign to get Georgiou's notice, so it's important he pick him out of the crowd immediately. He almost misses Alex at first, both because he's not that familiar with his face to begin with and that he's not at all dressed for the part. Henry's a little surprised to note that even he's more carefully put together, though he's still pretty sure that everything he's wearing combined costs less than what Alex has on his feet.

He folds his newspaper and stands up, striking out towards them purposefully. People tend to slide out of his way when he walks; it's something he's always taken for granted, though he still has to negotiate around a particularly large extended family having a reunion.

[megosalksandros]

Alexander picks out, nearly unconsciously, that someone is approaching, so he immediately meets this man partway. It's not until he pushes up his sunglasses and meets his eyes that something inside him falters.

It has been ages since simply the sight of someone has managed to stop him. It's not the dark-haired man's face - though he is beautiful in a way that captures him immediately - it's his eyes. Some magnetic thing inside him pulls at him like someone yanking his head back. Spiritual whiplash.

But it's over in a second, because if anything, Alexander is practiced at not letting his bizarre tendencies leak through.

"Hello," he greets, smile on his face - though it's somewhat soft, an edge of sudden self-consciousness creeping in now that part of him is inspecting what on earth just occurred inside his own head. "You must be Mr. Fabron. You didn't have to come all the way out personally." He extends a hand. "Alexander Georgiou."

[somatophylax]

Henry might have caught that something happening if it weren't for something similar (though comparatively muted) going on in his own mind. The only thing he can really think about is that photographs don't do Alexander justice, and that somehow he's taller than he expected