sacrifice what you are for what you can become
Henry took the large brush from Aisha with a smile of his own when Amun appeared with a roller for him, which had been exactly what he'd asked for. His stance straightened and he turned to accept it, looking it over in his hand. "Yeah, these will be-" he was about to say 'great' when Amun suggested they all work together to do the painting. He nodded and watched the older man walk outside with the other rollers and pans, presumably to get them set up.
He lingered in the doorway to the storage room a bit longer, meaning to say something to Aisha. Only, no words came out and he just stood there stupidly for a moment. So he turned back and caught up to Amun. "Here, I can set them up, Amun," He called after him, reaching for the remaining pan. If the other man willingly gave his over, Henry would place them in a row outside and pour paint into them. When he was done and ready to begin again, there would be paint smeared across his hands. Not that he'd mind it.
Henry set to work, intending to make good time. "I appreciate the help but, er-" He glanced over his shoulder at Amun, "I hope I'm not slowing you down. I saw how you put that anvil together," he refocused his gaze back on the wall he was painting as he ran the roller over it, "I've never seen someone do that before," he chuckled, "Can you do that with anything?"
Henry sets up the pans with the paint and uses one of the rollers to keep working on the walls.
He lingered in the doorway to the storage room a bit longer, meaning to say something to Aisha. Only, no words came out and he just stood there stupidly for a moment. So he turned back and caught up to Amun. "Here, I can set them up, Amun," He called after him, reaching for the remaining pan. If the other man willingly gave his over, Henry would place them in a row outside and pour paint into them. When he was done and ready to begin again, there would be paint smeared across his hands. Not that he'd mind it.
Henry set to work, intending to make good time. "I appreciate the help but, er-" He glanced over his shoulder at Amun, "I hope I'm not slowing you down. I saw how you put that anvil together," he refocused his gaze back on the wall he was painting as he ran the roller over it, "I've never seen someone do that before," he chuckled, "Can you do that with anything?"
Henry sets up the pans with the paint and uses one of the rollers to keep working on the walls.
HENRY
