[Henry lowers his gaze to take the spider back. It crawls gently onto his own outstretched fingers and then his palm.]

They’re not as fragile as you think.

[He lets her settle before he stands to return her to the terrarium. At the desk, his hands dip into the open top of the class encasement, gentle.]

I saw that, too, though. On my way out of your memories — all the fights you got into.