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page eighteen (backdated to 6/23)
[ Arya and Robb ]
[His nose sounds stuffed, but he's at least past the point of sniffling. He did, at least, get to see her, however brief it was.]
Is there still [there's an uncertain moment where he decides whether or not to say 'my'] a room? Up there with you guys?
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[In the wake of August's announcement (and his own evidence, plain as the nameplate by the door), Henry has kept to himself. He wants to talk, but not so much about how much he misses his mother. It's a strange position to be in.
Now, he does his best to sound upbeat, but it falls miles short of his usual pep and excitability. It has a slight rambling quality to it.]
You know, I always kind of thought that real dinosaurs would look kind of different from the pictures everybody always drew of them, but they weren't. Not really. My-- [he falters] I used to go to the museum, at home, and look at them. I kinda wish I'd gotten to see one of the bone-head ones. I forget what their name is.
I think I'll be okay with just looking at bones from now on, though.
It's, um. I mean, I still like them. Even after everything that happened. I'll still go to the museum, if I get back. [The 'if' came out before the 'when,' just on reflex. Henry swallows hard.] When, I mean. When I get back. Because everybody does eventually, right?
[His nose sounds stuffed, but he's at least past the point of sniffling. He did, at least, get to see her, however brief it was.]
Is there still [there's an uncertain moment where he decides whether or not to say 'my'] a room? Up there with you guys?
----
[In the wake of August's announcement (and his own evidence, plain as the nameplate by the door), Henry has kept to himself. He wants to talk, but not so much about how much he misses his mother. It's a strange position to be in.
Now, he does his best to sound upbeat, but it falls miles short of his usual pep and excitability. It has a slight rambling quality to it.]
You know, I always kind of thought that real dinosaurs would look kind of different from the pictures everybody always drew of them, but they weren't. Not really. My-- [he falters] I used to go to the museum, at home, and look at them. I kinda wish I'd gotten to see one of the bone-head ones. I forget what their name is.
I think I'll be okay with just looking at bones from now on, though.
It's, um. I mean, I still like them. Even after everything that happened. I'll still go to the museum, if I get back. [The 'if' came out before the 'when,' just on reflex. Henry swallows hard.] When, I mean. When I get back. Because everybody does eventually, right?
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