#sidekick.henrietta

inside adella. he saw her on his peripheral, and the decision wasn’t MUCH of one to make at all : wasn’t the sort of thing that he needed to think about, when it came down to it. he moved towards her like a magnet drawn, and appears at her side in a moment. “how’re you holding up?” everyone knew loss. adella, intimately. it wasn’t the most INSPIRED question, but he was genuine about how much he cared for the answer. “you don’t have to be here, addy.”

“losin’ a kid...” his heart constricted. painfully. lark had not been dragged to this particular event by either parent, and what was more : they never would have considered it. but the SITUATION was the sort of one where...- where having him there, having him close, having him AVAILABLE to wrap his arms around tightly- clint probably would have benefited. he loved his son. more than absolutely anything. and when he got home later that night, with this event fresh in mind- he was gonna give him the tightest hug he ever had, whether he liked it or not. “this is just...- it’s a nightmare. what can you even say?” really ; he’d love to KNOW. how did someone begin?

     “if i hear one more person say something along the lines of ‘it’s a pity, outliving your own child’, i’m going to start throwing punches on their behalf.” margot said to no one in particular. this memorial was hardly for her family. her parents really only seemed to put it together to give everyone a chance to pretend to have known henry on a deep personal level. she almost felt like she was faking it herself, margot and henry had never been particularly close, she’d be lying to everyone if she pretended they had been. 

THE THING THAT GOT AERON the most was that they had known henry. most x-men kids are at least a little acquainted with each other, even if it’s in a very minimal way. they didn’t know henry before she died, which almost upset aeron. but that’s just how life is sometimes. “ she was BARELY older than i am, “ and aeron still couldn’t think of themselves as an actual adult. what was it with this town and their lives and the amount of bodies they had to bury ? “ i can’t even... think- , “ they couldn’t even think about henry’s siblings and parents. if they did then they’d think about frankie.