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"Shucks, well, maybe it'll just pop up one day, like I do." He joked, taking a lazy step backwards, and shoving his hands in his pockets as they separated.

"Dessert? Is that a question? Because my answer is yes ma'am!" Henry beamed, waltzing towards the refrigerator. "This thing get bigger since I left? What kinda dessert you got hiding inside?"

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"That too." Henry agreed, tugging her hair right back.

"I sure try." He retorted, gently lifting the brim up, to see her face. "That's sad? How often you supposed to wash a hat, Marianne?" He gaped. "And well, I do prefer the other one. 'S got more memories with it, than this dumb thing. A little happier to wear. But, this was the closest thing to the door when I left I the mornin'."

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[he was over on the other side reading] [and just watching this guy play this game because dank is he into it or what ?]

[eye roll]

Mhmm. What'm I supposed to do when Inget this water? Dump it right over you and pull you away from that screen?

[ouch ok he can hear you he’s in the same room]

You got legs, dontcha?

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Henry visibly relaxed, as she did so, grinning a little. "Damn, a sign I'm gettin' old or something, but that feels better than before." He laughed.

He gave a fake gasp, nudging her shoulder a little. "It ain't filthy! I washed it at least once the last year!" He playfully brought the brim down over her eyes. "And actually, that's my spare, the real deal's back–" He paused for a moment, almost saying 'home', "In New York. I finally got enough money to buy me a second one."

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"You like this?" He repeated, a smile growing on his face. "I like this." He decided, squeezing her waist gently. He still regretted leaving, like nothing else. But if he hadn't left, he wouldn't be enjoying this moment here now.

Henry playfully plucked his hat off, and plopped it on her head, just like old times. "I missed this." He grinned.

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You got legs, dontcha?

[sitting in front of a TV playing a game] [yells without looking up] Anyone mind grabbing me some water?

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Henry started, standing still for a moment when she wrapped his arms around him. He hadn't expected this at all, but it sure was nice.

Henry wrapped his arms around her, the position all to familiar. It was like he'd never left. "Comfy?" He questioned, all but closing his eyes.

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Henry could only imagine. He hadn't meant to cause this. "I get it." He nodded, setting his mostly clean dish down, and wiping his hands on his trousers.

"Really– I mean, I guess I expected a lot all at once, huh?" The corner of his lips tugged up. "I'm real sorry, you gotta be tired of hearin' it, but I am."

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"Well—" Henry drew the vowel out. "What did you come all this way for?"

“Right place for what, exactly? Confusion? Then you got it buddy.”

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"Solve the confusion? Damn, well, you might wanna turn around." Henry shook his head. "This place ain't gonna do much else beside confuse you."

“Right place for what, exactly? Confusion? Then you got it buddy.”

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Henry was a bit taken aback by her sudden reaction, and stood up quickly, following her to the sink. "No— I get it!" He assured quickly, nearly placing a hand on her shoulder, but thinking better of it. "I've been gone for ten some years, I get that." He seemed at a loss for words. "But, you gotta believe me, trust me, something!"

"I just, I ain't gonna do it again, Marianne." He vowed, working gently with her to clean the dishes they had used.

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"Right place for what, exactly? Confusion? Then you got it buddy."

“This is the right place, si?”

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"I'll have to earn that one, won't I? So I dunno what I'm doin here bantering with you when I could be with them." This was better. He could argue up and down with anyone, just not Tommy. It didn't feel right. "But hey, I'm the stupid sonofa bitch you stick with, ain't I?"

Henry's smile faded, and he nodded. "There's gotta be something someone can do. A doctor or someone— that kinda atuff's gotta be even better than the last time I was here, don't it?"

Henry rubbed at his eyes, and didn’t open them, even after he started to speak. “I dunno, not much, but I’m used to getting by on that. I got Adrien. I’ve sort of got Marianne. Woulda liked to think I had you.”

He leaned his head back to look at the ceiling, finally opening his eyes. “I dunno. I sure wouldn’t.” He cracked a grin. “But you’re gonna hafta, or else you’ll be on edge ‘round me for the rest of your life. Or— the rest of my life.”

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"C'mon, Marianne, how long are we gonna be sore 'bout this?" He raised a brow, not meaning it to sound as blunt as it did. "I mean, it's been a long time, but things ain't never gonna get better if we don't keep moving on."

"Well, good for them." Henry agreed, not meeting her eyes. He should have something to say here— something to fill the silence, but nothing seemed to come to mind.

At least nothing that wouldn't put him in a worst position than he seemed to be in.

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Henry rubbed at his eyes, and didn't open them, even after he started to speak. "I dunno, not much, but I'm used to getting by on that. I got Adrien. I've sort of got Marianne. Woulda liked to think I had you."

He leaned his head back to look at the ceiling, finally opening his eyes. "I dunno. I sure wouldn't." He cracked a grin. "But you're gonna hafta, or else you'll be on edge 'round me for the rest of your life. Or— the rest of my life."

Henry was silent through Tommy’s spiel, still pacing. “You’re the one who made it sound fantastic.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes one he was done.

“Well obviously not now, dumbass.” Henry replied shortly. “I wouldn'ta come back if I didn’t love her, and you, and now Adrien. But if all that time ago I’d never wandered off and found myself here, I don’t think I woulda been any better or worse of than I am right now. You woulda done a lot more than died under some shitty bridge, but he’ll, we ain’t ever gonna know that now, are we? Can’t change the past.”

Henry paused his pacing, and leaned against the back wall, and glared at Tommy. “Get your head out of your ass, and just listen to me for once, will ya? I’m not leaving again, not now, not soon. And I’m no coward, goddamit.”