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[fitzroyal]

It's getting uncomfortably close to dawn, and Henry is up still, sitting at his desk with his face in his hands, brooding. He doesn't like doing it, particularly, but he can't really help it. He lifts his head and one hand goes to his face, wincing as his fingers brush the raw, pink-red skin of a painful blister, just one of a smattering of them

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[phedre_25]

Well, Anita wouldn't come over at such a weird hour - she would be there at sunset, not at sundown.

But Phedre, however, was awake, and as she is his neighbor, heard the laughter, felt the sick note in it, and could not help but come by - since the events with Sugar, she has been uneasily worried about Henry.

She knocks on the door, softly. "Henry?"

T: Because we really can't leave Henry like this, now, can we? If that's not alright, do tell.

[fitzroyal]

The laughter stops but he has a smile when he opens the door, the burns difficult to see at once in the subdued light, but the strange distraction of his eyes harder to miss.

"Phedre," he says.

[phedre_25]

"Henry." She looks at him, eyes creased in worry. "What is is, love?"

[fitzroyal]

He shakes his head. "It's no grave thing. I'm just - preoccupied."

[tomboy_22]

It's most likely later in the day - at sundown, and Anita hasn't seen Henry in a while, and she's still worried about him not feeding, and with all the madness of the recent events, she shows up, tight on the clock, in her usual vamp hunter casual, with.... a copy of Mallory's Morte d'Arthur.

[fitzroyal]

Henry opens the door and looks at the book. "Catching up on your classics?" Lightly.

[tomboy_22]

"It's more like reading the mundane columns, if you ask...."

A frown, and she gets in, closes the door.

"Who hurt you?" And because she can't help it, she kisses him, immediately after the angry question.

[fitzroyal]

He kisses her lightly. "It's nothing. It'll be gone in less than a day from now."