[Henry's voice is still teasing, but there's a serious enough note to it. He's slept in far less comfort before, after all.
To that, he muses for a moment, as if thinking, then just nods softly, closing his eyes. He won't say what's on his mind -- that if Jack could handle anything, why did he die before Henry could get there? It's a selfish question, a childish reaction to the pain that still twists a part of his heart.
Almost subconsciously, his hand tightens on Jack.]
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[Henry's voice is still teasing, but there's a serious enough note to it. He's slept in far less comfort before, after all.
To that, he muses for a moment, as if thinking, then just nods softly, closing his eyes. He won't say what's on his mind -- that if Jack could handle anything, why did he die before Henry could get there? It's a selfish question, a childish reaction to the pain that still twists a part of his heart.
Almost subconsciously, his hand tightens on Jack.]