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[macgyver_of_pot]

Perfect. Henry smiles when he pulls away from the kiss and takes Natalie's hand. Sure, she's pre-occupied with things, but the point is that she's here, with him at the dance, and maybe he can help her work things out. At any rate, he'll try to. He grins like a dork as he opens the door for her, but the grin fades when he walks in after

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[kissestospare]

"Hey!" Here's a cheerful philosopher, out reading on the deck and enjoying the sunshine. "Uh -- welcome to the boat, I guess."

[macgyver_of_pot]

Well, that was tactful.

"The boat?" Okay, makes sense. Because he's on a fucking boat when he should be at a stupid high school dance. Getting high. "Explain the boat thing?"

[kissestospare]

"I would if I could, kiddo, but I've been here a long fuckin' time now, and I still can't." He gets up to offer him a hand. "'M Collins."

[macgyver_of_pot]

Okay, fair enough. He'll just go with the flow for now.

"Henry." He shakes the hand.

[kissestospare]

"Nice to meet you!" Collins gives him a friendly grin. "Where're you from?"

[macgyver_of_pot]

"Typical suburban America." A grin back. "Does it really matter here?"

[kissestospare]

"Nah, I guess not." He shrugs and adjusts his glasses a little. "But if you were wondering, I'm from New York."

[macgyver_of_pot]

"Cool, cool. Fine city, New York."

[kissestospare]

"Some parts, yeah," he says cheerfully. "But I like it anyway, so."