Who: Henry Spencer, Logan Echolls, later Tesla Spencer? When: This morning/early afternoon. Where: The house. What: A chat. Warnings/Status: Nothing probably. In Prog.
Tesla had come downstairs an hour later than usual, looked groggier than usual and said less than usual while Henry dealt out breakfast, asking about Logan. Kept his to the side, decided the kid more than deserved to sleep in for a while, and once Tess and Shawn were done and Shawn went off to go out with Gus, Henry dug out ten bucks and asked his daughter to run to the farmer's market and pick up some fruit, knew that would take her a while, since she was well versed in what was good and bad in both hers and Shawn's taste, and she thoroughly examined everything before buying it.
He cleaned up his and the kids' dishes and took them to the sink and filled it with water, pausing reflectively as he waited for the warm, suddy water to rise. What the hell was he thinking? He knew the kid was trouble, knew what Lamb and everyone said, and still, he felt bad for him, and he knew Tesla agonized over him when she didn't know if he was all right or not. He sighed, shutting off the tap, grabbed a plate to start scrubbing off the egg and pancake syrup.
The sound of feet on the stairs shook him from his thoughts and he stepped into the kitchen doorway to peak over at them while drying the plate he'd just been washing, managed a pleasant smile. "Well it's nice to see you've finally rolled out of bed." Nodded over as he spoke. "There's breakfast on the stove, you can use the microwave to warm it up, if you'd like. How did you sleep?"