( time has never been anything but linear for henry; how could it be anything else, when he himself was just as finite as the rest of humanity? to be apart from it, to be both displaced from time itself and lost within it, that's something else entirely. something that might take longer than he has on this earth to fully comprehend. wrap his head around.
henry breathes out a small noise, something both contemplative and ... careful, in a sense, because there's a part of him that realizes how delicate of a situation this is.how thin, frail it might end up. his lips purse, his brows furrow, and though he can't ever say he forgets a name, a face - skills like that, they come in handy - he wouldn't have dared forget a face like that, now that he sees the same features in the boy in front of him now, so familiar, if paled in comparison. )
Adele, I believe it was. Pretty name. It looked like it fit her.
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henry breathes out a small noise, something both contemplative and ... careful, in a sense, because there's a part of him that realizes how delicate of a situation this is.how thin, frail it might end up. his lips purse, his brows furrow, and though he can't ever say he forgets a name, a face - skills like that, they come in handy - he wouldn't have dared forget a face like that, now that he sees the same features in the boy in front of him now, so familiar, if paled in comparison. )
Adele, I believe it was. Pretty name. It looked like it fit her.
( just like noah fit him. )