[Henry had been watching Ryan sew when he'd fallen asleep. He hadn't meant to, but it was a soothing, repetitive motion he could lose himself in, and it was the first time in weeks that he hadn't had the impulse to kill in the back of his mind. Maybe there was something to having a new place to live, new surroundings. Maybe it was the company.
So he's curled up and napping when Ryan starts stitching himself, and by the time he's finally shifting awake again-
Oh.
His first instinct is to just leave him alone. It was a reasonable thing to do, after all. He didn't want him to lose his bracelet. Henry would've done it himself if Ryan had let him.
But he shakes off the thought, even if he can't quite shake off his sleepiness, stumbling over to sit next to him, taking his wrists in either hand, trying to pull them apart.]
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So he's curled up and napping when Ryan starts stitching himself, and by the time he's finally shifting awake again-
Oh.
His first instinct is to just leave him alone. It was a reasonable thing to do, after all. He didn't want him to lose his bracelet. Henry would've done it himself if Ryan had let him.
But he shakes off the thought, even if he can't quite shake off his sleepiness, stumbling over to sit next to him, taking his wrists in either hand, trying to pull them apart.]
--hey. Stop that.