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Badly as Henry wanted to dox the cheeky bastard–assuming that’s what doxxing was, which, now that he thought on it, it likely wasn’t–he couldn’t. Pile of clean clothes in a basket to his left, folded articles laid out systematically on the bed, Alex was singing along as he folded laundry. In. His. Pants. And not just any pants.