Henry shook some water out of his hair, and the wet tangle atop his head started to form into its natural curl. He did move out of the bathroom, but only because standing in there was making him feel claustrophobic. “Maybe a little. But maybe after some food. We hardly ate anything yesterday night.” They had missed dinner, and nibbling at hospital sandwiches didn’t really count. “Do you want me to make you something? An omelette?”