there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in
Henry is absolutely, irrevocably, unperturbed by any disapproving look Mabel might shoot towards him. Her eyes may be daggers boring holes into the back of his head, and he even turns to glance up at her over his shoulder because he can actually feel her eyes on him, but he's trying not to be bogged down by everything today. Even if, in the back of his mind, he is worried about how this will all play out.
He only ceases whistling when he hears the sound of someone fall over. He draws back from the finishing touches of his work, stuffing snow moss into the crevices, to see what had happened. At the sound of Azrael's laughter and seeing that Mabel has come to their rescue, Henry lets out an amused huff of relief.
Snow moss already handy, Henry goes to assist Azrael with lining the floor. As they go, he glances over and attempts to make a bit of conversation, perhaps another effort to keep things light. "So, are you Bastien's kid? You look a bit like him." Henry didn't know Bastien super well but, after some thought, this is the conclusion he's drawn.
Henry helps with the snow moss in the floors and tries to make friends! :D
He only ceases whistling when he hears the sound of someone fall over. He draws back from the finishing touches of his work, stuffing snow moss into the crevices, to see what had happened. At the sound of Azrael's laughter and seeing that Mabel has come to their rescue, Henry lets out an amused huff of relief.
Snow moss already handy, Henry goes to assist Azrael with lining the floor. As they go, he glances over and attempts to make a bit of conversation, perhaps another effort to keep things light. "So, are you Bastien's kid? You look a bit like him." Henry didn't know Bastien super well but, after some thought, this is the conclusion he's drawn.
Henry helps with the snow moss in the floors and tries to make friends! :D
HENRY
