[b][u]Henry[/b][/u]

Henry's mind had wandered off to who-knows-where as he sat there, gripping his crowbar, just looking on into the makeshift fire they had created. Only the faintest of burbles came through from the others talking. He got the jist of it, but really the details were lost on him. The air was so compressed and heavy already he was finding it hard to concentrate properly unless he just looked at one point. On top of that, for some reason his mind kept straying to his family. Not that he knew them. He couldn't even remember their names properly. He essentially didn't have a family, yet, at the same time someone out there was unfortunate enough to be related to him.

He just couldn't shake the thought, that is until he felt some movement next to him and snapped back, jumping slightly in surprise by the fact someone would want to sit next to him. It took a while for his eyes to adjust to the dimmer lighting but he soon saw it was Melanie. Henry gave her a slightly bemused look before she coughed and actually asked him if he felt alright.

 “You seem a bit out of it” she said, indicating toward his trusty crowbar "Or, “are you perhaps in the midst of a brutal fight with your crowbar?”

The smile on her face let him know she was kidding, but still he felt a bit embarrassed by how ridiculously tight he had been holding the item. Suddenly his grip loosened, as did the features on his face, and he set the crowbar down on his lap. Henry meekly reached for his can of food and carefully ate some, assessing the taste and essentially wasting time to think of an answer. He still wasn't quite used to talking.

"Y-yeah, I'm good thanks," he replied, his head nodding slightly and his eyes darting between the food and Mel's face "I just...I'm worried about everyone I guess?" Henry lowered his voice slightly and stopped eating "Last time...with Daisy..."

It looked as if he was just going to trail off, but steadily he brought his gaze up to look at Melanie's, the fire reflecting a nice effect off his eyes as he looked intently.

"I'm not going to let that happen again," he wasn't quite sure where the promise had come from, yet he knew that the issue was still weighing on him. Henry turned back and ate his food before asking in a lighter tone "How are you holding up?"