[ As Henry moves down the stairs, days pass, a blur of inconsequential things moving in and out of the garage below. The car there is put back together and driven away by its owner only for another to take its place.
Both father and son have been trying to pretend that the conversation in the kitchen never happened, but the tension vibrates between them like a cord pulled too tight, straining under the pressure. It's late, still cold. The storm brewing outside seems to have darkened, the clouds look more agitated.
Thomas is bent over the car's engine, and the subtle, colorless glow of steel-colored light shines in the space as he no doubt etches out a spell or two to fix whatever's wrong. Behind Henry, Alec slides out of the door, uneasily making his way down the steps.
On the street just beyond the garage door, a large, black car with shining chrome details and tinted windows pulls up. ]
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Both father and son have been trying to pretend that the conversation in the kitchen never happened, but the tension vibrates between them like a cord pulled too tight, straining under the pressure. It's late, still cold. The storm brewing outside seems to have darkened, the clouds look more agitated.
Thomas is bent over the car's engine, and the subtle, colorless glow of steel-colored light shines in the space as he no doubt etches out a spell or two to fix whatever's wrong. Behind Henry, Alec slides out of the door, uneasily making his way down the steps.
On the street just beyond the garage door, a large, black car with shining chrome details and tinted windows pulls up. ]