@threadfree asked: " papa. " charlie is staring at her father as she stands in the doorway of his home. " i'm just dropping in to say hi... "
Henry had just been getting up to go on a grocery run, the man only ever noticed he was out when there was barely a crumb in the pantry, he hadn’t expected company but as he entered the living room…..there she was. A ghost of the past, though which was hard to say as a second of eye contact and his mind is racing with how much she looks like her mother.
“...Charlotte.”
Hand in pocket, a nervous fiddle with the wedding ring he never bothered to take off as it helped him get his thoughts together.
“W-Would you like to come in for a hot drink ? It’s cold out and I don’t want you to catch a chill….I still have the old espresso machine.”
Old thing, older than Henry, passed down from his mother to him because his sister didn’t care for the taste. Always took a couple of hits on the top of it to get it started but it made a nice cup.
