She frowned at him. He was perfect. Why did he always say that to her whenever she told him she thought he was? Gabriella playfully swatted at his arm. "You're perfect." And she gave him a look that said "I mean it".
She slumped to the floor, wrapping her arms around her legs and leaning against Henry, still looking out. "I missed you so much. I felt awful alone. I mean, I had Sharpay to keep me company and everything, but it's not the same." She looked down at her ring and then held it up for him to see, like he would totally get what she meant.
"I guess I wanted my own Prince Charming back in my life." Or king, to be technical, she supposed, grinning. Gabriella secretly hoped Henry was completely miserable without her around.