sacrifice what you are for what you can become
Henry raised his eyebrows in interest but, he settled on that explanation for the moment as he continued. When he met Amun in the middle, he paused and offered a contented smile to the other man, happy with their quick work. He nodded, setting the roller down into the pan for the final time and following Amun in towards the storage room.
Hearing the struggle before he saw it, Henry cringed and peered around Amun to see the damage. Well, the storage room was in worse shape than the last time he'd laid eyes on it, with tools jammed together and piles toppled over, but it was nothing they couldn't handle. He considered teasing Aisha for it but, judging by her vexation, he decided against it.
Henry left them and returned momentarily with a spare crate in one hand. "Hey, Aisha, look!" When she turned to look at him, he'd wipe a line of fresh paint off of his forefinger and right onto her nose. He offered up the crate in front of him, especially so as to block any potential retaliations. He added innocently, with a cheeky grin, "Need another one of these?"
Henry brings them an extra crate and gets up to some mischief while he's at it.
Hearing the struggle before he saw it, Henry cringed and peered around Amun to see the damage. Well, the storage room was in worse shape than the last time he'd laid eyes on it, with tools jammed together and piles toppled over, but it was nothing they couldn't handle. He considered teasing Aisha for it but, judging by her vexation, he decided against it.
Henry left them and returned momentarily with a spare crate in one hand. "Hey, Aisha, look!" When she turned to look at him, he'd wipe a line of fresh paint off of his forefinger and right onto her nose. He offered up the crate in front of him, especially so as to block any potential retaliations. He added innocently, with a cheeky grin, "Need another one of these?"
Henry brings them an extra crate and gets up to some mischief while he's at it.
HENRY
