This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry's not a mind reader, of course, but even if he was...
The touch to his cheek alone catches him completely off guard, wiping the smile from his face in confusion. He doesn't pull away, per se, but he also doesn't quite know how to respond right off the bat. So he spends much of the moment trying to recover from it. His brows raise and lower when Oliver makes a rather vague yet bold statement. "Do I?" He reflects, frowning thoughtfully, "I guess I'll have to fix that."
So instead of taking Oliver's hand, he reaches out and tucks him under one arm. Together, so long as Oliver is quite alright with that, they can walk to his home like this. Henry will find that it feels more comfortable than he expected. It adds a bit of a pep to his step, livens him up from the exhaustion of work.
When they arrive, Henry will let go in favor of removing his shoes and jacket, discarding them in a place that at least looks proper. The small and modestness doesn't bother him, quite used to a similar living arrangement of his own. In fact, he takes a moment to evidently admire the simplicity and homey vibes of Oliver's house.
It takes him a few moments to let the energy he's feeling settle before he broaches Oliver's space again. Henry's arms fold over his chest as he peers down at that little nose piercing. "So, watcha got for me?" He prompts quietly, a soft smile on the edges of his lips.
The touch to his cheek alone catches him completely off guard, wiping the smile from his face in confusion. He doesn't pull away, per se, but he also doesn't quite know how to respond right off the bat. So he spends much of the moment trying to recover from it. His brows raise and lower when Oliver makes a rather vague yet bold statement. "Do I?" He reflects, frowning thoughtfully, "I guess I'll have to fix that."
So instead of taking Oliver's hand, he reaches out and tucks him under one arm. Together, so long as Oliver is quite alright with that, they can walk to his home like this. Henry will find that it feels more comfortable than he expected. It adds a bit of a pep to his step, livens him up from the exhaustion of work.
When they arrive, Henry will let go in favor of removing his shoes and jacket, discarding them in a place that at least looks proper. The small and modestness doesn't bother him, quite used to a similar living arrangement of his own. In fact, he takes a moment to evidently admire the simplicity and homey vibes of Oliver's house.
It takes him a few moments to let the energy he's feeling settle before he broaches Oliver's space again. Henry's arms fold over his chest as he peers down at that little nose piercing. "So, watcha got for me?" He prompts quietly, a soft smile on the edges of his lips.
HENRY
