[ He needs to squint for only a moment to realize the origins of the eye sitting limply, detached in Henry's head. As much as he can taste anger, frustration, all mixed in with bitter disbelief, he swallows it all back. Keeping his trembling to a minimum is visible work, but he manages well enough.
Resting one hand on Henry's, fingers tense and quivering, he finds that he can't quite look Henry in the - eye, just yet. ]
If - if I do this for you, will you do something for me?
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Resting one hand on Henry's, fingers tense and quivering, he finds that he can't quite look Henry in the - eye, just yet. ]
If - if I do this for you, will you do something for me?