7:15PM | A Table | Henry & Ben & OPEN
“I’ll be honest with you, Ben,” Henry replied easily, his smile remaining good-natured despite the bittersweet content of his answer, “After a while, they all start to look the same.” It was simply one of the monotonies that came with being undead. Like only being able to consume blood and having to put in the effort to alter his shape before leaving his wagon each night. But what else was there to do about it?
He paused, taking a careful sip from his cup before adding, “But maybe I’m not giving the stars enough credit?”