HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry nodded, leaning forward in his seat and lifting the cup of tea back up again. There was still steam rolling off of its surface, and he could feel the warmth radiating through the cup into his hand. He could not imagine being unable to feel it. He took a hesitant sip, though he found that it had cooled enough to be at perfect drinking temperature.
"Does that ever get lonely?" he blurted out in a thoughtful tone as he stared into the cup. Lifting his eyes, he was too deep in his wonderings to realize that he was prying or being out of line. Henry could be oblivious to unspoken rules or social etiquette at times, being too bold, too curious, too insensitive, or just a bit too much.
He took note of the sad smile on Samuel's face as he talked about his own, similar experience with looking for something... more. He sat back in his seat again, absorbing the advice in silence. He took another drink from his cup, quietly thrumming his fingers over the surface as he savored the flavors. Once he was done, he let out a soft sight and tilted his head back against the seat, "It's dangerous out there. I could die without ever finding out who exactly I am. Wouldn't that be tragic?" but then he shrugged, "In the end, it'd be worth the risk. I'm not happy in the Grounds, not anymore. My family and friends will understand, or they'll just have to accept it. And so will I. I can't keep wrestling with my heart, it'll drive me insane."
"Does that ever get lonely?" he blurted out in a thoughtful tone as he stared into the cup. Lifting his eyes, he was too deep in his wonderings to realize that he was prying or being out of line. Henry could be oblivious to unspoken rules or social etiquette at times, being too bold, too curious, too insensitive, or just a bit too much.
He took note of the sad smile on Samuel's face as he talked about his own, similar experience with looking for something... more. He sat back in his seat again, absorbing the advice in silence. He took another drink from his cup, quietly thrumming his fingers over the surface as he savored the flavors. Once he was done, he let out a soft sight and tilted his head back against the seat, "It's dangerous out there. I could die without ever finding out who exactly I am. Wouldn't that be tragic?" but then he shrugged, "In the end, it'd be worth the risk. I'm not happy in the Grounds, not anymore. My family and friends will understand, or they'll just have to accept it. And so will I. I can't keep wrestling with my heart, it'll drive me insane."
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
