"I don't want to bother you," Henry murmured, but god he wanted her to keep comforting him. Henry had been doing so well. He hadn't had to use his Clonazepam since early December. Now he felt shunted right back to how he felt after waking up in the hospital, his body so fucking broken.
"You're not bothering me," Rhiannon promised him, and Henry believed her.
"I almost died today," he whispered, and when Rhiannon looked horrified, he waved one hand around. "I'm fine, I'm fine. It was- Ice fell off a building while I was on my way to lunch. Right in front of me. Hit me in the legs but at least not the head. I fell though, and all these people were on the streets because...Patrick. And they pulled me up and- That's what it felt like. In that basement, so many hands pulling me up. Dragging me around. Holding me so I couldn't get away. And then I dreamed those hands were holding me and-" Henry decided to leave out some of the specifics here, for both Rhiannon and Iestyn's sake, "-and they made me watch Lucifer hurt Iestyn-"