Shawn laughs. It's the laugh he always laughs when he hears something he hopes is a joke because he actually doesn't want to hear or do it.

Henry stares, stoic, stern, well, just Henry-style.

The laughter dies down to a nervous chuckle and then is replaced by a look of sheer disbelief. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me! Do we look like your personal gay porn? If you have that which I doubt with all the hope and love in my heart."

Henry's eyebrows shoot up, unaffected by the small rant. "Well, since you've been happily ever after for the last ten years I figured it wouldn't be too hard to kiss your husband. Shouldn't I be convinced that my son is actually happy in his holy engagement?"