Henry was sure that his flat had never been this clean, and that was coming from someone who was borderline OCD. The floors had been swept and mopped, dishes were all put away, the curtains were pulled back at precisely the right curve and fell perfectly behind the furniture. Everything had to be immaculate if he wanted Heidi to agree to move in with him.

He felt like he'd been going over this plan for weeks. Which...he had been, but he'd been busy! With the new charity, dealing with new clients, dealing with annoyed clients, and even dealing with his brother in a not too frustrating of a way. Henry's relationship with Seth was better than it had ever been, but he was still wary of allowing himself to get too comfortable in case Seth randomly decided to turn back into a major pain in the ass.

Which, Henry knew, wasn't too hard to do.

Hopefully Heidi would appreciate his effort; he'd even cleared off half of nearly ever shareable surface, storage space in the flat for her to see that he was prepared for this big step, but he had also prepared himself for a negative answer. His relationship with Heidi had been a good one so far, great even, but she had been through a lot so this might be rushing things and----

The doorbell rang, and Henry jumped out of the bathroom, startled. Okay! This was it. Big night, big night. He rushed to the door, but before he opened it he stopped and relaxed himself. Didn't want to seem too nervous.