Michael knew it was a dumb idea before the bottle ever left his hand. Or maybe silly was a better word for it, but it didn't stop from doing it
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Arriving just in time to see Michael toss the bottle out to sea, Henry took his time in making his way down to join his patient at the end of the dock. "Message in a bottle, huh?" he said, a statement of the obvious and an observation.
"Hey, if it helps, I say go for it, cliche or no," Henry replied with a little shrug. "I've thought about doing the same thing myself. I'm of the opinion that sometimes it just helps to write things down, even if no one's ever going to read it."
"It did. In some weird way or another." Maybe that made him weird, but if there was anyone on the island who had an idea of just how strange he already was, Henry was probably it. "Not really sure how, but I guess the details aren't important... That said, I highly recommend it."
Henry nodded, looking out at the ocean. There were several people he could think of to write to - hell, he practically already had the letters written out in his head. Duddits' especially. "I think I may give it a shot, one of these days. It'd be a nice break between sunbathing and sipping mango cocktails, at least." His lips curved into a smirk at the last sentence.
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