Henry had needed a break. A breather. Diving through his Father's old notebooks, and other magical items was enough to even drive his Saint of a Mother mad. That was if she didn't lose herself in everything educational. He wished he had her motivation. But instead he was driven by the same thing that drove the man he'd never met. The need to protect everyone.
He hadn't had the same problem Reeve had had. He had his Fathers old clothes, boxes and boxes of stuff that managed to stay behind though Harry Dresden had gone back to his world. Some of it was tight, because, let's be honest, his diet was better than his Father's had been, he had a better sleep schedule, and work out regimen. Though these days he hadn't seen the gym in more than a month. He needed to fix that.
Henry stretched his constant companion, a staff that had belonged to his Father, across his shoulders. Groaning at the delightful crack in the tight joints and vertebrae. Then he spotted Him. Reeve. It'd been far too long. "Well look who it is."