[He passes the time in-between her departure and return with his usual: people watching. He doesn’t even have to open up his mind to their thoughts to know that anticipation is alive in the air, their eagerness to listen to Simone something they’ve waited for all month. Henry wonders if she’s as good as they say, but he supposes he’ll find out soon enough.
And then he hears footsteps, and Amelia speaks, and Henry turns, and—
The sight of her, it’s almost like looking at a different person. And yet it’s still very Amelia, her very essence put on glowing display. Henry doesn’t… care for appearances, usually. Doesn’t feel physically attracted to anyone at all these days, believing his priorities above something so rote and useless.
Until… now, that is. It’s a strange, warming sensation. It makes something in his stomach twist, and he finds himself—
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And then he hears footsteps, and Amelia speaks, and Henry turns, and—
The sight of her, it’s almost like looking at a different person. And yet it’s still very Amelia, her very essence put on glowing display. Henry doesn’t… care for appearances, usually. Doesn’t feel physically attracted to anyone at all these days, believing his priorities above something so rote and useless.
Until… now, that is. It’s a strange, warming sensation. It makes something in his stomach twist, and he finds himself—
Well. Staring a little.]
Um.
[Eloquent.]
Not at all. You look stunning.