"I have a feeling you got everything you wanted, and you're not wasting time stuck here like me. You're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened, the world ended when it happened to me."

Henry had tried to be fine; you witnessed it first-hand. From the second he found out, up until now, he tried to shove the grief down; for his mom's (Jennifer Jareau) sake, if nothing else. He was the 'head of the household' now, but he was also just a teenage boy, who'd just lost his dad.

You'd known each other for years (your parents having been good friends), and practically grew up together; each other's "better half". You played volleyball on the same team as him; helped cut and bleach his hair for the first time a couple years ago, which had grown-out to it's typical buzzed, brunette style, now; as well as be his first kiss, when you were both twelve.

To say that you cared about each other would be an understatement.

Now, while others were busy looking out for JJ, and her younger son, Michael; he was your main priority. Meaning you didn't miss the way Henry snuck off upstairs, at the wake of Will's funeral (hosted at their house), after acting tough all day, especially during the whole way through the service.

Briefly stopping in front of his closed bedroom door, before gently knocking on it a couple times, a small, gravely "Come in" permitting you entry.

"Hey," You greeted softly with a reassuring smile, one that he loved, stopping in the open doorway. "Too much?" You asked, referring to the 'party' downstairs.

"Just needed a minute away from it all." Henry responded, looking down at the picture frame in his hands, containing a happy picture of the four of them.

"Do you want me to stay, or leave you alone for a bit? I can stand guard outside, if you want-" You offered after a moment, before being cut off slightly.

"Stay, please." The boy pleaded, glancing up at you, his dark bluey-grey eyes filled with unshed tears from last few weeks.

"Of course." You replied, going over and sitting next to him on his bed, leaving room for him to be alone with his thoughts, but still be there for comfort.