[Henry's temper rarely snapped out like that, but Jack understood it better than others would. Henry was exhausted, drained physically and emotionally, trapped in another world, had his sleep cut short and finally had to cremate his... well. Not friend.
Still, the trail of handprints makes him frown, as does Henry's condition. Without a word about Henry's mood, he strides over to gather Henry in his arms, picking him up and carrying him towards the bathroom to spare both Henry and the walls.]
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Still, the trail of handprints makes him frown, as does Henry's condition. Without a word about Henry's mood, he strides over to gather Henry in his arms, picking him up and carrying him towards the bathroom to spare both Henry and the walls.]
Forgive my rudeness, Majesty.