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Alex is, once again, busy on the phone, and Henry is going through the classifieds. He's waiting on phone calls from several engineering firms and charitable organizations, and he's confident he will get those calls, so now all that remains is to find a place to live. He'll have to get his furniture out of storage in Detroit, what furniture he has

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Alexander, for his part, was at first irritated as hell at the notion of Henry moving to California and not with him - but then it struck him that Henry is actually moving to California, and he quieted right down. (He still doesn't like the idea of sneaking around. He'll probably humor that for about a week.)

But Alex isn't present at the moment; he's on the phone, arguing about meeting with oil tycoons from what his executives are vaguely calling the middle east. To someone so cultured, it's irritating...

There's a jingle of keys, and the front door opens. It's not uncommon for people to come and go in Alexander's house, considering how many people live there on and off, but this isn't one of the usual suspects. He's tall - not quite as tall as Alex - and despite his age, still has dark hair, and he's carrying a stack of oversize books in one arm. He moves through the house with quiet familiarity, pausing in the archway to the living room to bend down and pat Nana affectionately on the head.

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Henry happens to be in the living room, and he looks up at the footsteps to see this stranger - clearly, only a stranger to him - petting Nana. He folds up his newspaper and gets to his feet, considering him. A relative? Most likely.

"Hello," he says, nodding, "Alex is on the phone, if that's who you're looking for."

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The man straightens up, apparently having known Henry was about all along. His eyes are blue - perhaps in a familiar way, but not quite so intense.

"You must be Henry," he says, English clear, if accented. He extends his free hand, ghost of a smile on his face. "I am Elias. Alex's father."

Elias pauses, then: "I came early on purpose. You'll have to forgive the surprise."

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"Oh- yes." Henry puts his newspaper aside, looking just a little bit flustered as he shakes Elias' hand. "No, it's fine- Alex has been telling me about you. Only good things."

So he's meeting his father, which Henry has had a less than stellar track record with. Elias is different, or so he's told, but he's still going to be incredibly nervous at first.

"We should sit down, I think he's going to be talking for...a while longer." Henry overheard Alex's tone, if nothing else. He gestures at a couch, comfortable enough here not to think anything of acting like he belongs here.