[He can't sleep, but that's nothing new. Perhaps after seven years of no longer needing it, sleeping and dreaming does not return to him so swiftly simply because he has his old body back. And that's fine, too.
Henry wanders when he cannot sleep. The bleakness of nighttime is calming to him, whereas others might wish to stay indoors, comforted by lamplight. It's usually quiet at this hour, and he needn't worry about running into those he has to humor with conversation. But tonight, for some reason, there's movement within their shared living space.
Light in their newly renovated kitchen. Footsteps. Who on earth is up at this hour? Henry adjusts his course, and crosses over to the kitchen entrance, peering in like a shade at the threshold.]
day nice, late late night
Henry wanders when he cannot sleep. The bleakness of nighttime is calming to him, whereas others might wish to stay indoors, comforted by lamplight. It's usually quiet at this hour, and he needn't worry about running into those he has to humor with conversation. But tonight, for some reason, there's movement within their shared living space.
Light in their newly renovated kitchen. Footsteps. Who on earth is up at this hour? Henry adjusts his course, and crosses over to the kitchen entrance, peering in like a shade at the threshold.]
...Are you cooking?
[Hi Alec. What the fuck.]