[Yeah, I’m looking at you!]

I honestly have no idea. Um...I think that Henry and I both share an emense willingness to love people, to want to be protective and caring. We’re both a bit OCD. 

"Annnnnnnnnnthhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. She's great, y'know? Really....Oh hi. You're back. Lookit this nice waitress standing here putting up with all my bullocks. I think I'm gonna tip her a hundred quid just for putting up with me. Haha she thinks I'm kidding.But A, you're pretty awesome. all ninja-mom and femme fatale. Yup. "

Henry had been doing his yearly remodeling at the Jones/Lestrade residence, this time in the twin's room. Well, rooms, he had put in a wall a few years ago, dividing the previously large space into separate quadrants however, a precautionary door was installed between them so the two could come and go as they pleased between each other's room. He had been there for a few hours, making adjustments. Taking down irrelevant structures and furniture, adding new things of interest. A large write-on screen for Ellie and her experimentation, a reading nook for William in a corner.  It was all very state-of-the-art, which their parents found ridiculous but Henry was always one to encourage the teens. Anthea, however, questioned some of the encouragement when she looked out the window at the breakfast table to see Henry rappelling from the second story. She paused, set her tea down and opened the kitchen window."I swear to god, if my daughter picks up on you doing that, no airport will let you fly." Henry chuckled, twisting in the hand-tied harness to face her."Oh come off it, this is, by far not the worst thing you've caught me doing."

Sure it is.

When he said "Come in when you're ready" he didn't expect it to be so soon. She was so much faster than him this time around. Then again, she wasn't cleaning road tar from under her nails. He always enjoyed his showers too, they sometimes got a bit long.  "Henry?""In the bathroom, finishing up!" She appeared at the door way and paused. Through the clear class door, she could see him all. His back was turned, head tilted up towards the spray. The expanse of his skin was a canvas of mottled bruises and vicious scars, Anthea had known them all. "You can take a seat on the bench if you like, keep me company." The woman already had her head down, texting on her phone. The naked man being just another occurrence in her life.