Oct 16, 2017
“I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.”
Henry stared then, thinking over the sentence and what he meant. He didn’t exactly expect that from the fox, but the man continued to surprise him. Approaching Falk, he found himself placing his chin down onto the man’s shoulder. Simply breathing in the man’s scent and remaining quiet for a long moment longer.
“He’s dead. I don’t think he minded.”