HENRY
Henry's lips quirk into a brighter smile and he laughs lightly. He doesn't make much of a comment at first. He lets the jokes fade a little as they finish up the foundation of the forge, trading lighthearted fun for a more earnest approach to the work. It goes smoothly, for now, it would seem, so he's still in good spirits by the time Oliver is ready to work on the walls.
Henry nods and waits for Oliver's attentions to really take up with the task, before he takes a bit of paste onto his finger and smushes it onto the other man's face.
He'll pull away sharply and whistle quite innocently, pretending that he's concentrating on his own side, that he hadn't the audacity to do that. Couldn't have been him. He raises a brow and peers over, though, "Oh, looks like you got some stuck to you, huh?" He tsk's.
Henry works with Oliver on the walls. And pretends not to be a little shit.
Henry nods and waits for Oliver's attentions to really take up with the task, before he takes a bit of paste onto his finger and smushes it onto the other man's face.
He'll pull away sharply and whistle quite innocently, pretending that he's concentrating on his own side, that he hadn't the audacity to do that. Couldn't have been him. He raises a brow and peers over, though, "Oh, looks like you got some stuck to you, huh?" He tsk's.
Henry works with Oliver on the walls. And pretends not to be a little shit.
wherever you run, you see all you leave behind you
lies inside anyone you open
lies inside anyone you open
