This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry's big chillin', hands clasped behind his head, leaned back into a seat, eyes half-closed as he admires a good day's work. Forge-building is tiring, if he's honest. His chest rises and falls with a few relaxing heaves.
He's aware when Oliver glances his way. Lazy eyes eventually move over towards the blond, eyelids only flickering completely open when they meet eyes. His expression is half-expectant, wondering if he'll be trekking his way back to Torchline or...
A wry smile shifts the features of Henry's face at the sound of 'back to my place'. "You have food!?" He queries, feigning astonishment.
He stands up with a reaching stretch, tilting his head this way and that, pretending that he's thinking about the offer. Then he nods excitedly, easing into a grin and moving to stand by Oliver.
He gives the other man a gentle pat on the shoulder, letting his hand linger there, "Count me in, blondie. Is your place very far?" He inclines the crown of his head towards the doorway.
He's aware when Oliver glances his way. Lazy eyes eventually move over towards the blond, eyelids only flickering completely open when they meet eyes. His expression is half-expectant, wondering if he'll be trekking his way back to Torchline or...
A wry smile shifts the features of Henry's face at the sound of 'back to my place'. "You have food!?" He queries, feigning astonishment.
He stands up with a reaching stretch, tilting his head this way and that, pretending that he's thinking about the offer. Then he nods excitedly, easing into a grin and moving to stand by Oliver.
He gives the other man a gentle pat on the shoulder, letting his hand linger there, "Count me in, blondie. Is your place very far?" He inclines the crown of his head towards the doorway.
HENRY
