#shortish oops

"Um, actually..." Shelly looked down at her fidgeting hands, trying to figure out how to tell him. "I-Is Atem home yet...?"

Cyrus rolled his eyes at Henry's abrupt demand.  The action was accompanied by a smile though and he slid the phone into the back pocket of his red skinnies.  He was glad that one of his coworkers had mentioned that, during the week, the bartenders were allowed to wear whatever they wanted with the bar's polo shirt.  The red jeans had picked him up quite a few tips tonight.  Cyrus' smile grew at the thought.  He quickly peeled off the black shirt though, throwing on a loose dark grey tee.  He ran his fingers through his hair a few times; a look in a mirror told him that it was as good as it was going to get.  He'd just have to take a shower at Henry's the next morning.  The thought sent a warming sensation through Cyrus' whole body.  He had been content spending absolutely every night over at his boyfriend's.  He almost dreaded the day he'd have to sleep back at home.  Pushing that thought out of his mind, Cyrus grabbed his key and phone with the plan to just ditch them on Henry's end table anyways and he was on his way.  The path was so familiar Cyrus was there before he knew it.  He briefly considered being coy and making Henry wait but desire to see the boy's face won out.  He'd spent the morning gushing about Henry with Rowan, so much so that he'd been tempted to run to the shoot just to see him.  Of course, he didn't; but he was missing the boy.  Cyrus grinned, knocking enthusiastically at the door.  "Special delivery for one Mr. Butler?" he offered.