Henry threw back what was left of his drink, and then let his head loll back, groaning. "Oh, I would have thought the universe was done complicating my life when it threw me five hundred years into the future."
Letting out another weary breath, he gave Anna a look and shook his head. "Waiting," he repeated. "We both know how very good I am at that." Henry ran a hand through his hair again. "It's maddening, this... this inaction. Perhaps we should get away. A vacation, removed from all this for a while."