Anne & Henry
Mason nodded and took Henry's hand, giving it a firm shake. It was obvious that the body language was a bit different and when he started to speak, the accent and cadence of his voice was slightly off as well.
"Yeah, she mentioned it," Mason said. "Made it pretty fucking interesting when we met, but we've gotten used to it. Shit like that happens. People arriving with the same face and what not. Hasn't happened to me yet, but this friend of yours could still show up."
Mason's hold on Anne's waist never moved, keeping her tucked close to his side. He'd read history, knew what this man had done to his Annie and he'd be damned if he let her out of his sight. 'Sides, she looked too fucking amazing to let her go.