[In a distant away, it reminds him of his old home. Spacious grounds with neighbors existing far enough in the distance to where it hardly matters that they're there at all. He can hear the sounds of cars whispering down the road on their rubber tires. Children and their parents, presumably, being escorted to school buses with brakes that squeak when they come to a halt.
It's... nostalgic, in a way that makes his stomach twist. In bitterness, not fondness. His own experiences with school had never been great.
The door opens, interrupting his observations, and Emil comes out to give him a wave. Henry just... looks at him, placid and without the irritation from yesterday. But he doesn't match his friendly smile. Then Amelia comes out, with two glasses of tea, and he moves closer to take a seat and the glass.]
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It's... nostalgic, in a way that makes his stomach twist. In bitterness, not fondness. His own experiences with school had never been great.
The door opens, interrupting his observations, and Emil comes out to give him a wave. Henry just... looks at him, placid and without the irritation from yesterday. But he doesn't match his friendly smile. Then Amelia comes out, with two glasses of tea, and he moves closer to take a seat and the glass.]
Overstimulating? I've had iced tea before.
[a LONG WHILE ago]