"No. You won't." replies Avalon softly, the hand on his chest tightening into a fist. For once, he doesn't bother blocking his own emotions, and lets them roll out of himself, aching and sore. He doesn't stop Henry's storming out though, he just watches Henry go, and then draws in a deep, shaking breath. He has a lot to get accomplished in a very short time, it seems. He didn't want to still be in this house when Henry returns. It just doesn't seem quite right, to Avalon.
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