A foggy day in the overworld, Dawn sat with Natalie as they sharpened their tools while Steve explained god knows what.. Henry was in a separate room tinkering away with something.

You walked into his room his was in, the sounds of tinkering and his small groans after messing something up were oddly comforting.

“..oh..! hey..”

He peered through his brown curls, a small smirk on his lips before he went back to fiddling away with a screwdriver.