“I won’t tell,” he promised, happily munching away on a cookie. It had been a while since he’d had one. Being sick had limited his diet and sweets had been completely off the table outside of popsicles to help bring his fever down. Henrik didn’t want to see another popsicle for a long time.
He paused midbite with the question about Marcel’s. “I think…” he frowned, not really sure what all to even say about Marcel’s. “There is sadness but it’ll be okay after some time.” Healing didn’t happen overnight, he knew that. Just like it had taken him weeks to heal from his own sickness, Henrik knew that if his family was going to heal it would take them a long time as well.
“That’s why you’re making me a room, right? So I can stay here as well?” He thought that was why it was being done. “It would make it easier for seeing everyone too. I do not think Kol and Elijah like to come over to Marcel’s. I think Nik is looking for a new house but I do not think that will change Kol and Elijah’s stance. They seem uncomfortable when they are there.”
So did Rebekah.
“I saw on one of the movies that I watched that some families split time between one another.”