Detective Henry Quinn

"It's devastatingly lonely." He pauses. "And you bring some joy into my life." It's silly and stupid but Henry gives him a reason to smile more than he usually does. Celeste had even commented on it once. Letting out a sigh, he reaches out to gently take his hand within his.

"And I don't want you to leave me. Obviously, I love you." If Maurice was feeling anxiety at the thought of losing him, Henry was right there with him. The idea made his heart ache.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, and I'm sorry I can't live forever. But I promise I'll be sticking around as long as humanly possible." And where most people might mean that as a turn of phrase, in their situation, it was all too true.

The only way Henry could be with Maurice forever was to become like him, and that wasn't something Henry wanted.

"We should focus on the good, the time we have together, worrying like this is just wasted time. We should be in bed together instead."

"I didn't know you could blush, I guess I should be proud of myself for making that happen." Henry said, not trying to hide his charm one bit, "It looks good on you."

A waitress came over, but Henry politely told her he needed a bit longer, he was captivated by his current company and hadn't even absorbed what was on the menu at all. Not this menu, at least.

"One of the perks of seeing horrible things brought to me by the dead is being desensitized, I suppose. I've been seeing things since I was born, as far as I know, so I can't say that I'm frightened. That wore off a long time ago. But I am too curious for my own good. You might be flirting with me to lure me into a trap to eat me, and I'm gonna fall for it."

"Ok, that sounds like a plan, plans are good." Have actionable steps on what to do next often helped with grief, at least until it really struck home. It helped the ones left behind find the clarity to complete the needed steps. "I have a lot of experience in this...type of situation. If you need any help, I'll do it."

From funeral arrangements to obituaries, it wouldn't be first time Henry had to help another. He often went above and beyond for survivors in his line of work. Not just because it was his nature, but because with his direct line to the dead, it made his tolerance for dealing with it stronger than the average person.

Then Henry parked his car in his gravel driveway and got out to come around to Kid's side of the car. "Come on, let's get you inside."

He wasn't sure what he would have done if Henry hadn't.

Danila seemed surprised, and Henry couldn't blame him. "Yeah, she's taking care of my place and my cat. She'll want to meet whoever is seemingly moving in and staying there before she heads home. She's very protective of me. I'll tell her the bare minimum, what she needs to know, nothing personal." At least not yet, it was too much all at once to tell his aunt he'd fell in love with a Russian gangster.

"I'm not forcing you of course, it that makes you uncomfortable we can figure out something else. It's just the safest place for you to be while this wraps up, I think."

He leaned over and gave Danila a sweet kiss. "One thing at a time, baby, you need your rest."

"really?" nealie chirps, obviously both surprised and delighted. just like that, she's taking his hand into her own. oh, it's still a little sticky from his dessert. her nose scrunches playfully, "you gonna bring that with? don't let it spill in jess' car, she'll kill you. —i've got napkins in my bag!!"

speaking of jess, she waits by the car with keys in hand, looking rather peeved. the rest of the gang matches nealie's cheer.

"Oh, I'm not taking this with me, I was just picking at it anyway." He certainly didn't want to make an immediate bad first impression with this girl's friends, or her. "I will take that napkin though." That was really Henry all over, wasn't it? Often sweet and sticky.

"Your friend looks upset, I don't need to come along if she doesn't want me to." He insisted, he didn't want to be anywhere he wasn't wanted, even if he did want to join them. It wouldn't be the first time someone instantly didn't like him, for whatever reason. To each their own.

"No," Henry smiled, "I'm a rebel, I'll break all the rules, can't you tell?"

Henry loved hearing Luca being happy and excited to share all his thoughts on his favourite things. He was glad to see him just being a kid with nothing else to worry about other than the next soccer game and if the team would win. It was a priceless feeling, one that Henry hadn't had growing up because of his ability. And he had it in the back of his mind that Fliss might not want him anywhere near her or her son if she knew what Henry was capable of. Who wants ghosts around their child? Certainly not Henry's parents, that was for sure.

The question about his future surprised him somewhat, but he was only too glad to answer since, unlike a lot of guys his age, Henry did know what he was doing and where he was going. "I've got a some scholarships to Stanford, thanks to my grades and tennis, so I'll be heading off to LA in a few months. That's going to take up the next few years as I get my degrees. As for ten years, I don't really know. I'll take that part as it comes, I guess." He smiled and tasted his ice cream.

"She's an absolute menace and I wouldn't have her any other way," he said with a chuckle as he followed Henry to the counter, grabbing himself some impulse buys from beside the counter.

"Well the old honky tonk's still goin' strong, but there's this newish place down the road, they got great prices, good cocktails too if that's y're thing," he suggested before it was his turn to get served. He asked for a lighter and a fresh pack of smokes, the woman asked if he was okay, sounding genuinely concerned as she could see that he was looking a little, pale, he dismissed her concern with a smile.

"A good cocktail sounds great to me. I'll give you my number and you can text me the address, we can meet up later if you're free?" A very smooth way to exchange numbers.

Even with the pleasantries between them, Henry couldn't help but think that the grocery clerk was right, Sam looked slightly faded, maybe it was the heat?

They hadn't been outside long before his old friend started to puke.

"Oh my goodness!" Henry went to Sam's side and placed a hand on his back, rubbing it gently. "Are you ok? That's not good."

Henry nodded, "Of course I can, should I drive your truck or should we take my car? Either way, you need to get in front of some cool AC."

Two Words @dethenryquinn said: "Come here." - for Ollie

Henry took a deep breath in, full of Ollie's scent, his body, his cologne, and sighed out his exhale. Henry reached for his lover's hand and pulled the brunette into his lap. Then his hand went immediately into Ollie's dark, full hair.

"Mmm hmm, I like it when you call me beautiful." He says with a smile, his hand playing with Ollie's hair, "For the obvious reasons, but also because it means you think you're beautiful." They did look nearly identical after all, praise those Carlisle genes.

"Growing your hair out has put me in a state of being permanently feral, I think."

@dethenryquinn said: Henry, Josh, and Zeke 3sum. Let's hear it! 🗣