[Though he's about to follow him down on the couch, when Henry hears the last of that explanation, he stops, stares at him with little expression.
'Killed' and 'Ryan' were not thoughts that were meant to occur together, even when they were followed by the consolation of not staying that way. But he's at a loss at what to say. It should have been straightforward, it shouldn't have mattered; he was alive now, he was going to stay that way, Henry hadn't even seen it, there was no reason to be bothered. If it had been anyone else he would've eagerly pressed for details, indifferent of what it would be like to speak of.
But it was harder than that, somehow.]
...ah.
[Is the most he manages at first. With slow deliberation, Henry climbs down into his lap, settling there, resting his head against Ryan's shoulder. He's quiet, running the palm of his hand down his bare arm. So quiet that there's little warning when he suddenly bites down at the juncture of neck and shoulder, clinging to Ryan in a different way, but with no less desperation.
It wasn't out of any actual desire to bite him, much less hurt him. But it was better than crying again.]
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'Killed' and 'Ryan' were not thoughts that were meant to occur together, even when they were followed by the consolation of not staying that way. But he's at a loss at what to say. It should have been straightforward, it shouldn't have mattered; he was alive now, he was going to stay that way, Henry hadn't even seen it, there was no reason to be bothered. If it had been anyone else he would've eagerly pressed for details, indifferent of what it would be like to speak of.
But it was harder than that, somehow.]
...ah.
[Is the most he manages at first. With slow deliberation, Henry climbs down into his lap, settling there, resting his head against Ryan's shoulder. He's quiet, running the palm of his hand down his bare arm. So quiet that there's little warning when he suddenly bites down at the juncture of neck and shoulder, clinging to Ryan in a different way, but with no less desperation.
It wasn't out of any actual desire to bite him, much less hurt him. But it was better than crying again.]