[Jack's hands come up to hold him, surprisingly gentle despite their strength. Henry sounds almost like a broken child. Poor soul... this must have weighed heavier on him than he was willing to admit. One hand gently rubs Henry's back, trying to ease the tension he feels there. He forgoes the formalities, since nobody else is around, and Henry needs it. Right now...
Henry isn't his king.
He's his friend.
That's all he can be right now, right?]
I will, Henry. If that is your wish... I will be glad to sleep by your side.
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Henry isn't his king.
He's his friend.
That's all he can be right now, right?]
I will, Henry. If that is your wish... I will be glad to sleep by your side.