[Henry doesn't want to pause and give it too much thought. If he found Olivia locked away in a container rather than faltering and embarrassed in front of one, he would have been having a completely different sort of conversation, he guesses. A memory of her breath hitching and her eyes closing eases in, but none of the same panic. It feels like a fresh memory, but distant all the same.
Henry slows in his footsteps; his hands are tucked behind his back, under his cape, where he clasps his hands together loosely.]
I think I would've told you thaaat... The look of a coma doesn't suit you at all. [Regardless of the memory playing in his head, Henry's cheery composure remains.] I don't mind talking to dead things, but... One-sided conversations aren't nearly as fun to have with you, y'know? Or maybe you don't. But I'd probably tell you to hurry up and wake up already!
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[Henry doesn't want to pause and give it too much thought. If he found Olivia locked away in a container rather than faltering and embarrassed in front of one, he would have been having a completely different sort of conversation, he guesses. A memory of her breath hitching and her eyes closing eases in, but none of the same panic. It feels like a fresh memory, but distant all the same.
Henry slows in his footsteps; his hands are tucked behind his back, under his cape, where he clasps his hands together loosely.]
I think I would've told you thaaat... The look of a coma doesn't suit you at all. [Regardless of the memory playing in his head, Henry's cheery composure remains.] I don't mind talking to dead things, but... One-sided conversations aren't nearly as fun to have with you, y'know? Or maybe you don't. But I'd probably tell you to hurry up and wake up already!