all henry had ever really, truly wanted was a family. a small group of people to call his own, to come home to at night, to love and cherish the way he didn’t get to be when he was growing up. when the universe decreed he couldn’t have that kind of peace, all he’d wanted was to be alone. and when the universe decided that he couldn’t have a simple life of solitude, henry had stopped asking anything of the universe. it was clear that it wasn’t going to answer favourably. as for today, he was taking the opportunity to have a day off. the one benefit of working as a swyft driver, rather than working for a firm, was that he was essentially his own boss in a fashion. he worked when he chose to work, and when he decided he needed some time to write (or think, or any other tidbits needed doing - usually when he had enough to pay the rent and set a little aside), he liked to turn the app off and just relax.
which was why he was sat outside a coffee shop in hyperion heights, doing his best to relax with a good book. he didn’t usually come down to the heights - at least, not before lucy forced her way into his life, but now it was like he had a draw to the area whereas before he effectively avoided it as much as possible. it wasn’t a great neighbourhood, but as more and more developments from belfrey herself came about, he had to admit… it was starting to look nice. maybe even the kind of place he wanted to live himself. any such thoughts were cut out as he felt something push against his shoulder, forcing his arm to shake violently and coffee to spill all over himself. “jesus,” he hissed, putting his coffee down on the table as he turned, an incredulous expression on his face. “was that necessary?”
