Ring-ring! Telephone. Calling the Sherman-Townshend residence! Anyone home?
"Yeah....that really wasn't too nice of him." Henry sighs and leans more towards Hermes. "It's still a loss...I'm sorry. But yeah, you can still have kids, right? Uh...like you said. They won't be exactly the same, but they'll still be yours."
"Yeah, I can. I will. I'll get over all of this and quicker than I should." Snuggle? Hey, look at the movie, they're singing again. "...thanks, Henry."
Henry smiles wide, looking pleased. "You're welcome...glad I helped some."Yes, there's snuggling. Henry may go so far as to dig through the blankets to give Hermes a hug. The poor god could use one. Hey, look at that movie. There seems to be quite a bit of singing in it, in fact. "I think I like this movie," Henry says quietly, still smiling a little.
Hermes is surprisingly huggable and might even squeak a little. Shh."It's really good. Carrie Fisher is completely mental." It's 106 miles to Chicago and Henry is on a couch with a god. Life is good.