Henry shook his head. His hair fell over his forehead and he reached up to brush it away. He sighed, looking at Norah, but avoiding her eyes. "I don't think I could eat anyway."
He moved to sit down on the couch. He turned sideways, leaning on the pillow. He longed for simpler times. beofre he knew about Edward, when he was just Henry, and she was his shrink and nothing more. Not his other half's fuck buddy.
Well, he had a plan for taking care of that, now, didn't he?