He hugged her tightly back, letting her pull him close and wrapped his arms around her. He pressed his face into her side, letting the walls down and shaking a little as he cried. Henry knew his mother was right, that he would have to say what he’d told her to everyone else. But that could wait for later. For now he needed his mother, he needed to be held and to hold her, and maybe he could cling to that last little bit of hope that things would work out okay for all of them.
They wouldn’t be perfect, but Henry had learned that nothing was ever that and if things were perfect then someone was probably pulling the strings. Because life had its ups and downs and one had to embrace all of that in order to truly live. Also had to forgive or at least move past old hurts so that you could truly live again otherwise they would hold you back from ever really doing anything.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call,” he murmured against her, knowing that had probably scared her more than anything and for that he truly was sorry. He could only imagine the fright she must have felt when he hadn’t shown up like usual and there had been no word. Especially in this place with Lucifer and countless monsters roaming about. There was no telling what could have happened to him and he knew he’d been rather lucky to have not been hurt.