[By the time Jack returns, Henry has washed everything off, leaving just the smell of soap and the towel around his waist. He rubs the other along his hair, dropping his hands and turning to look at the other man.]
...Did I do what was right, Jack? [He rubs his eyes, then softer.] Did I?
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...Did I do what was right, Jack? [He rubs his eyes, then softer.] Did I?