[Awkward is right. What’s he supposed to say? Henry slips the tarot card into his back pocket as though buying time with the few moments of silence to decide. Falling back into amicable politeness is the habit, but Henry can only manage maybe ten percent of the usual, just enough to smooth away the crease at his brow.
no subject
Barely.]
It’s not how I expected the night to turn out.
[Understatement.]
Don’t tell anyone else… about all of this.