[That tone, his face- Henry hasn't quite closed in when he stops short, staring at him. He wants to shake off the confusion, the unease that's creeping up.
That blood, he was almost to it-
Something was wrong.]
--You're afraid of me.
[It was soft and confused, but at least not accusing. Tense, he didn't know what to do. He was doing something wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.]
no subject
That blood, he was almost to it-
Something was wrong.]
--You're afraid of me.
[It was soft and confused, but at least not accusing. Tense, he didn't know what to do. He was doing something wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.]