[It's... strange, to do anything like this. To be outside, to watch someone grill and try to inform him about the ingredients that make up a Korean BBQ. To engage in idle chatter, though Henry remains mostly quiet throughout. To earn a mandarin orange slice from a child -- and realizing the weight behind it, knowing how children are.
These are all mundane things, the roteness that Henry had disliked so much when he was twelve, and all those years after. It had always felt like a facade, like happiness was a mask, or that everyone was marching to the beat of a ticking clock, playing their parts until life was wrung from them. Wasted, withered away. Pretending to smile the whole time.
And this outing isn't enough to change his mind—no, these are long-ingrained thoughts of his, steel walls he’s built up around himself, hard to crack without knowing where to needle in—but even Henry Creel has to admit: it isn’t as bad as it could be.
Especially once this mundanity gives way to something far more enticing, something that draws his attention to the swath of stars in the sky, the atmosphere changing, the reflection of a swollen, blue moon. The reflection of it catches in the own blue of his eyes as he look at Amelia, hitching his brow up and grinning that little grin of his. This bit should be interesting.]
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These are all mundane things, the roteness that Henry had disliked so much when he was twelve, and all those years after. It had always felt like a facade, like happiness was a mask, or that everyone was marching to the beat of a ticking clock, playing their parts until life was wrung from them. Wasted, withered away. Pretending to smile the whole time.
And this outing isn't enough to change his mind—no, these are long-ingrained thoughts of his, steel walls he’s built up around himself, hard to crack without knowing where to needle in—but even Henry Creel has to admit: it isn’t as bad as it could be.
Especially once this mundanity gives way to something far more enticing, something that draws his attention to the swath of stars in the sky, the atmosphere changing, the reflection of a swollen, blue moon. The reflection of it catches in the own blue of his eyes as he look at Amelia, hitching his brow up and grinning that little grin of his. This bit should be interesting.]
Of course. Lead the way.