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[echo_my_words]

There were not many things that could make Echo TRULY angry when it came to her daughter. However, by the third straight day of FUCKING SCREAMING for no reason? She was at the end of her proverbial rope. Not to mention it was happening right when Dawna'd been sick, so Henry was the one about

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[a_darker_dream]

He watched her from the doorway as she got into the bath. He'd been there for a few moments, having slipped quietly into the house. He was actually quite surprised that she hadn't clocked that he was there but she would soon enough when her senses came back to her enough.

Something approaching fear gripped him though he wouldn't let it rule him. Concern too and worry, warring with the protectiveness he felt for the woman in front of him however hard it was to admit it to himself much less to her.

He didn't say a word, he simply watched and waited.

[echo_my_words]

She wasn't sure how long he'd been there, but when she looked up and saw him, she quickly splashed water on her face, hoping to cover at least a few of the tears. It's not that she found them a weakness, but he didn't need to know she was upset. Nor how hard things were sometimes.

She was quiet when she spoke. "Wake her and feel my wrath," she murmured, inviting him closer with a small twist of her head. "I've no intention of getting out, so if you'd like attention, I suggest climbing in as well," she said, smiling an honest smile for the first time since about three hours after Adrienne had started the screaming fits.

[a_darker_dream]

He kept his face stone straight, only his eyes betrayed all the emotions he was feeling. He almost growled as she tried to cover up her tears and he shook his head, taking off his shirt, his trousers and his underwear, his socks and shoes already discarded on the way up.

"I don't intend to wake her, though your wrath can be quite...interesting," he smirked a little. "Bad day?" he didn't have to ask whether it had been bad, he knew it had been bad from her state now and what he'd felt over the past few days. He'd hated being away from her, absolutely hated it and whilst he could have simply taken over and kept Henry back not even Echo would have forgiven him so he'd stayed inside.

He slipped into the bath, hissing softly at the water, opening his arms to her.

[echo_my_words]

"This kind of wrath would be less fun for both of us," she muttered, nodding a little. "Bad few days, technically." She really didn't want to think about it, and certainly not tell him about it when it would just make him upset that he hadn't been there with her. Even if he wouldn't say it, he'd feel it and she didn't want to upset him.

She waited until he settled into the water and moved into his arms, not pressing too close. After all, should he want to get away, he should be able to.