Henry had been visiting the complex to return some comics and pick up new ones. He would have lingered longer in the security control room because talking with everyone was a lot of fun, but there were books to read and he didn’t want to worry Jo or Emma by being gone too long. Plus he wanted to read the girls another of the stories from his book after they got up from their nap. He was in the middle of one of the Action Comics, trying to read it before he got to the door because once he reached the threshold he knew he would need to put it away and pay attention to his surroundings.
Just because there were a lot of amazing things about this town--like being with his mom, all of the fairytales knowing who they were, and superheroes being read--there was still a lot of bad. The last thing Henry wanted to do was get into any kind of trouble when he was picking up comics. Then he might have to stay locked away in the Roadhouse until someone could bring him anywhere and that would suck.
He stopped walking when he reached the door, and opened his bag to put the comic away and be on high alert. He paused when he saw Marguerite sitting in the lobby and wracked his brain for a moment to try and place her face. “You’re the French Revolution lady, right?” he asked, walking over to her with the comic still in hand. “What are you reading?”