Who: Henry and Eileen When: Evening Where: Asgard, Gardens Warnings: Uh...awkward fluff? Rating: PG-13 to be safe Summary: Henry finally takes Eileen on the date he asked her on.
Henry ambled down to Eileen's room with butterflies in his stomach and a folded up blanket under one arm. He was feeling in better spirits, both due to his talk with Metatron and the fact he was picking up Eileen for their date.
Their date. He still couldn't believe it, and while he knew there were other things he could be devoting his time to, he wanted this. He wanted this badly.
In his other hand he held a bouquet of flowers - tulips, rather than roses - and he had even tried to dress nicely. Which still came down to a button down shirt - dark blue - and nice jeans - black.
He made it to her room and paused, nervous. What if he messed up? What if this was a disaster? He knew he was being paranoid, but he couldn't help it. This was Eileen, and she wasn't just some girl....
Steeling himself, and grinning awkwardly, Henry knocked on her door.