Aug 17, 2008 11:27
Henry is sprawled in a chair in the library, reading a book thoughtfully. The Silmarillion actually, though it's not helping the little niggling worry that just won't go away. He almost wishes for a distraction, though he won't put the book down otherwise. He knows there are things in here he needs to know. And that this world is surreal sometimes, as he reads about characters and wonders if maybe he's met them without knowing it.
T: ...pretend I don't fail? >.<