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 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.]
[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.]
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[Which, to be honest, isn't great. She frowns, pressing her lips together.]
He walked out on me. Can't say I blame him.
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I'll find him and talk to him. I just...wanna see him. Do you think he will? See me, I mean.
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[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.
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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.]
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[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?
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Can you stay for a few minutes?
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[She smiles softly, sympathetic, and extends an arm to invite him in for a hug.]
C'mere, kid.
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Thanks, ma.