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No, I'm just at home, reading. What's up?

I've just been working, I didn't realize how late it was. Do you mind if I stop by?

You've probably eaten, but I can bring up dessert? Wine?

Of course, you can.

Have YOU eaten?

I'm not that hungry, tbh. It's been a weird day.

Well, I'm reheating the extra pesto tortellini I made for dinner for you anyway. I'll see you soon.

Cool. Be right there :)

[ henry picks out a wine and dessert he thinks will pair okay with pesto. sauvignon blanc, canolis. and it's still summer, so a rosé just to be safe. it's not too much difficulty, at this time of night the cashiers easily believe it's for a dom so the truth works in his favor.

it's a little strange, coming back to the apartments after moving out. after camp. he never thought it would miss it, but the familiarity is comforting in a way. when he finds the floor, he knocks carefully on betty's door. ]

Hi. It's me.

[ betty could have easily ordered something from room service but making something herself felt like a tiny push towards independence here. it was a small thing but... that's all they have here.

tiny rebellions.

she answers the door with a smile, probably looking more casual then she usually does in an oversized sweatshirt and leggings, no shoes.]

Please, come in. [ she's curious why he wants to come over, not that he isn't welcome but it is... late. ]

[ henry returns her smile, casually kissing her on one cheek then the other. he's very cosmopolitan or whatever. ]

Hey. It's good to see you. Sorry for visiting so late, I normally have better manners than this, I promise.

[ he should feel bad about that, probably. his grandmother would hand him his ass if she knew. but like. he mostly just wanted to see a friend. who wasn't involved. ]

Um. I wasn't sure what to bring, so... [ he lifts the box of pastries in one hand and bottles of wine in the other. ]

You don't need to apologize, Henry-- [ she lets out half a scoff before she's guiding him in. she takes what he brought and ushers him towards the kitchen, to the table for him to sit.

and moves to open one of the bottles of wine as she asks--] Is everything okay though? [ just because it is late and... well yeah. ]

[ henry kicks off his shoes, leaving them by the door before he sits at the table. setting everything down, he watches her open the wine. his smile only falters at her question.

he's not proud that the situation is affecting him this much, but if he's going to hide out here - even for a little while - she probably deserves to know why.

henry shrugs, playing with the corners of the pastry box as a distraction. ]

It's just... a little crowded at the house right now. I kind of can't stand it.

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omg i never got this notif.

😰 dw pls let us live