[Then that thought is hidden away for now — the expectation that she did want something in return. Her reassurance doesn’t completely eschew it completely, but that’s just Henry’s nature.
Though, again, it’s hard to pull his eyes away from the spider. He lowers his hand, holding it chest-level, unbothered by how it pricks at his fingers, turns around to test the solidity of his wrist.]
So you were bored.
[He says blandly, though he seems to remember his politeness, adding softer intonations to his next few lines as he looks at her properly now.]
Not many people would do this to kill time. Collect spiders, I mean. Too many fear them.
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Though, again, it’s hard to pull his eyes away from the spider. He lowers his hand, holding it chest-level, unbothered by how it pricks at his fingers, turns around to test the solidity of his wrist.]
So you were bored.
[He says blandly, though he seems to remember his politeness, adding softer intonations to his next few lines as he looks at her properly now.]
Not many people would do this to kill time. Collect spiders, I mean. Too many fear them.
[He imagines it’s no different in this world.]