(Henry falls out of the closet...)

Henry: Hello.

Zahra (to Alex): I— Do I even want you to explain to me what the f**k is happening here? Literally how is he even here, like, physically or geographically, and why—no, nope. Don't answer that. Don't tell me anything. Oh my God, did I do this? I never thought... when I set it up... oh my God.

Henry: I think, perhaps, if it helps. It was. Er. Rather inevitable. At least for me. So you shouldn't blame yourself.