the good doctor. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} misterdoctor) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs,@ 2010-01-15 14:46:00 |
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What: memory post.
Where: 105, then the lobby, then a stairwell.
When: late. after Henry's pseudo-heart-to-heart with Daniel.
Warnings: not yet.
Henry sat on his couch, staring unblinkingly at the mirror by the door. In his reflection, Edward sat on his own couch, leaning forward with an elbow on his knee and his chin propped in his hand. After a minute of silence, Edward leaned back with a sigh.
"Get up and do something, you layabout," he said, giving Henry an impatient look. Henry shook his head.
"I'm not letting you out. And don't try knocking me out again."
Edward chuckled. "Just get up, Henry. Go for a walk. Clear your head."
Henry scowled. "I really wish I could." Edward might have looked taken aback at that, for a second. Henry grinned slowly. "Maybe you're right." He got to his feet, leisurely slow and absolutely infuriating Edward, who had stood immediately in the mirror's reflection and was giving him another impatient frown. "I should take a walk."
Ignoring Edward's snapped insults, Henry walked out of his apartment and down the hall to the lobby. He looked out the front doors' windows, decided the weather wasn't agreeable enough to subject himself to, and turned to the door to the stairs. Wandering the building at night. He was certainly not shady at all.