[He can see the resemblance. It’s the first thought in his mind as Henry slowly steps into the kitchen, his footsteps purposefully unobtrusive, not particularly minding he isn’t noticed. Sometimes it’s easier to glean information as an observer; and if he’s taking a passive role in this little trip down memory lane, anything that chooses to interact with him instead will make itself known.
So he just walks further in, slightly past Alec’s father, keen to listen to one half of the phone conversation, taking in oddly familiar body language. He’d guess the woman on the other side would be Alec’s mother, given the context, the frustration in the man’s tone. Unwilling to throw this struggling family a bone.
And why would she? People are inherently selfish. This is such a textbook example, right here.
Movement catches his eye, though, down that darkened hallway. Henry clasps his hands behind his back and, with a curious tilt of his head, moves towards that darkness.]
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So he just walks further in, slightly past Alec’s father, keen to listen to one half of the phone conversation, taking in oddly familiar body language. He’d guess the woman on the other side would be Alec’s mother, given the context, the frustration in the man’s tone. Unwilling to throw this struggling family a bone.
And why would she? People are inherently selfish. This is such a textbook example, right here.
Movement catches his eye, though, down that darkened hallway. Henry clasps his hands behind his back and, with a curious tilt of his head, moves towards that darkness.]