Despite smelling like jet fuel and sweat, you flung yourself at Henry the moment he was on the ground for the day.

Family week was.. tough. It was only a few days ago that the incident happened— that Goose was gone. And you didn’t know him, but it still upset you.

“Woah,” Henry muffled, his face pressed into your hair. “Someone’s happy t’ see me, yeah?” He asked, although it was bittersweet. He knew why you had clung to him.

“‘M okay, no need t’ worry. We did real good t’day.” He said softly.