It was still strange to him that he could be almost 300 years old snd still not used to losing people he cared about. But he supposed Sarah was right. It was the burden of having a heart.
He did show up in his own pajamas, a grey long sleeve Henley and a pair of black sleep pants. The clothes had been given to him by his granddaughter and they were quite comfortable. He hadn't bothered with a dressing gown. The outfit wasn't like Henry at all but that was the point. He cleared his throat before he knocked.