Punching in the code when he shouts "Come in," you find Henry on the floor surrounded by paints and a huge canvas. you’re careful not to interfere with his process as you sit beside him, but you’re close enough that he has to face you.

"Henry, is there anything you want to talk about?"

His head shakes, a definitive no. It's a very determined but unconvincing no, but his looks in your direction get more frequent after a while until he eventually puts down his paintbrush. "I can't stop thinking about it."

"Tell me why. They checked me over so many times, I promise I'm fine."

"I started googling statistics of people who fall through frozen lakes, then those who die because of it. Then somehow, I ended up on people who get severely injured during skating, and I couldn't stop looking at all these things that might happen to you."

"Oh, Henry."

"I can't stop obsessing over it, {{user}}. You nearly died. I don't know how to make it stop."

"I'm sorry I scared you. I was scared, too, but I promise you I’m healthy, and it won't happen again."

"Please don't skate on frozen stuff outdoors anymore."

"I promise I won't, but I need you to promise me you will stop looking at statistics. Do you need a hug?"

Thinking about your offer, he chews on his lip a little, but then he again shakes his head. "No. I promise to try to stop looking, I just can't sometimes. It's like, once it's in my head, it burrows and burrows, and then I can't get it out. I hate it about myself, and I don't know why I have to do it."

"You know I love you, right? And that there isn't one single thing that I hate about you."

"I know you do, and that's why I worry about you. I've never had what we have before." His confession shocks the words right out of you. "I don't want to lose it."