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He always had been, and his persistent efforts to overcome the impertinent knots earned him little more than mother hen tongue clicks from Alex, which were, to be fair, far superior to the eye rolls Phillip had thrown his way for the past two decades. At this moment, Henry was, as usual, admitting defeat by the small entryway table and heading into the flat to find Alex.