[No, he seems like an anomaly, even in memory. But Henry finds it easy to put up a friendly front, and as always, his smile is warm.]
No, she isn't.
[His eyes track over to little Amy and her book, which hides her face in an almost comedically obvious way. Yes, they're being noticed; or at least, this man is. Henry is less a participant and more an observer unless he decides to change this on his own accord. Right now? He's choosing not to fiddle with old memories, letting them play out as they should.
no subject
No, she isn't.
[His eyes track over to little Amy and her book, which hides her face in an almost comedically obvious way. Yes, they're being noticed; or at least, this man is. Henry is less a participant and more an observer unless he decides to change this on his own accord. Right now? He's choosing not to fiddle with old memories, letting them play out as they should.
He turns his attention back to the new face.]
Off me? Sure, if you want.