Henry had been startled, that much was certain. His eyes had widened and the steel grey lifted to the other's face. Only when he realized that it wasn't Walter--wasn't even a man--did he relax.
Alright? The man had been locked inside his apartment for days, unable to contact the outside world, then found a hole in the wall that took him to other places, witnessed four of his neighbors die in rather gruesome ways, had been stalked by a man that wanted him dead, found out that his stalker's corpse had been rotting in his apartment for years, had killed the man again, ... and then he came here. Then the headaches returned, the nightmares, and visions. Then he found out the killer was here and it wasn't as it seemed.
"I'm... fine," Henry sighed, gingerly rubbing at the heavy circles under his eyes. "Just... I'm alright." If only he sounded convincing. Maybe then he wouldn't have to explain things.