bad analogies of the cell (relating to love, relationships, etc)

“I know,” Alex says, because somehow his sleepiness does not equate to him losing his cheek. “What were you thinking about?”Henry doesn’t know how to even start. He doesn’t know how he can begin to describe the feelings in his heart when it comes to Alex, and he thinks it might be time to finally have this conversation. He sits up, crosses his legs. Alex follows, sitting opposite to him and smiling.So, Henry does the only thing he knows how to do: he puts it into science.-or, a science assignment I handed in for a mark but also decided to put on AO3 because I haven't posted anything in a while.