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He hadn’t checked up on Mav since the gala. Now a couple of days had passed without even a phone call. The other man had told Henry that the Detective didn’t need to babysit him, and this had lead to the hesitation now holding Henry back from reaching out. Being free from work because of what had happened to him, Henry had spent some days alone with his chaotic thoughts. It had taken him some time to gather up the courage to call Maverick, to invite the other over. ‘For dinner?’ Uh, sure.
He had made pasta. It tasted alright when he’d tested it. He hoped that the other wouldn’t expect much. As he waited for Maverick to arrive, he tapped nervously on the edge of his forth glass of whiskey. He was pretty sure however that he’d need the whole bottle to calm his nerves. He recognized his emotion as some kind of fear. Something entirely new and strange and… terrifying, lingering on in his mind since escaping the fire. His gaze met Aristotle’s, the dog watching him from the comfort of the sofa. “Should I do this?” The dog looked back at him. “You think this is a good idea?” Aristotle closed his eyes, trying to go back to sleep,
