+ harrymasonmanofaction + childishsleeptalk + the-tortured-souls + askheatherandjames + inmate-rs-273a
"Wh... what the hell..."
Henry's hand lifts, fingers lightly pressing against the side of his forehead as he winces. A headache's suddenly started up, the pain beginning to beat in the cavern of his skull like some untimely warning. Of course, with the headache comes a new bout of paranoia--but he tries not to pay too much attention to that, if only because it'll make the splitting sensation worse.
These're just regular people, he tells himself. There's nothing wrong with them at all.
But there's got to be a reason he can't even think straight. He's just a little afraid of what that reason is.
"Sorry," he breathes out, his head still aching, but his arm dropping to hang loosely at his sides. He doesn't even have the strength to fake a smile, but he was never good at that to begin with. "I, ah... can I help you?"
