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I think so, too, in the long run. It's hurting him like hell right now, but-- it's better that he knows, isn't it?

[She's asking herself, more than him. She's not putting that kind of weight on a near-teenager's shoulders.

She presses her lips together, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder and squeeze.]

Hey-- no. We're all working on finding a way to make sure people get to remember this place when they go home. We'll find it, we just need more time. You'll remember everything.

Like I remembered the other two times?

[He really didn't mean to sound like a brat, and he looks down, mumbling an apology.]

Sorry.

[She sighs, heavily. No, that's fair.]

I can't really hold that one against you.

[He's got a point.]

We haven't found the answer to preserving memories, but we will. We're not giving up.

So, do you think he's okay? My dad I mean, do you think he's...handling it okay?

[Henry doesn't really know how a person reacts to knowing they're dead, but he figures it's a more grown up reaction than he'd be allowed to see. Still, he wants to know.]

I think he's handling it about as well as anyone could.

[Which, to be honest, isn't great. She frowns, pressing her lips together.]

He walked out on me. Can't say I blame him.

You didn't do anything wrong. Why... [But then he figures that maybe he would have the same reaction. No one wants to hear they're dead. He'd probably walk away, too.]

I'll find him and talk to him. I just...wanna see him. Do you think he will? See me, I mean.

He's just upset. He has every right to be. I didn't take it personally.

[Or she'd tried not to, anyway. She sighs, but softens a little as she nods in reply.]

I don't think there's much that could keep him from wanting to see you. Maybe you're exactly what he needs right now.

[There's a resolute nod at that. His dad needed him, and if he needed him, he would be there. But he also knew about people wanting some time.]

I'll wait a little while. Not very long, just...I know what I do when I'm really upset.

[And that was isolate himself for a little while and, well, like father like son in this case maybe. At least Henry thinks so.]

Yeah. I know.

[Henry does it. Neal does it. Emma does it, too. Sometimes, you just needed to be alone.]

Do you-- [She hesitates, briefly.] Do you want a little time to yourself before then?

[He thought about it for a few long moments, then looked up at her, looking somehow like that ten year old kid from just a couple years ago, his voice soft.]

Can you stay for a few minutes?

Of course I can.

[She smiles softly, sympathetic, and extends an arm to invite him in for a hug.]

C'mere, kid.

[Henry sort of flops against her, closing his eyes tightly as he holds on. He loves her, a lot, and after everything they've talked about sometimes the only thing that makes anything feel better again is a hug from mom. No matter how old he gets.]

Thanks, ma.

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