entrancelogs | Walter says goodbye to Henry

Who: Henry & Walter
Where Henry's room
When: Tonight
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Walter goes to Henry's room and tells him that he's not going to stay there anymore.
the Story:
Walter: Though the sword is long gone from his chest, and Walter has already taken such a long, long shower, he still feels... marked. He still feels cold metal in his flesh, and being incapable of moving.
It's not Leon's fault. He doesn't blame Leon. It's still a bit terrifying. Rarely has Walter actually lost to anyone here.
Well. Better to lose to a friend than a foe.
Eventually, he does leave Leon's room, albeit reluctantly. Walter... should make sure that Henry hasn't done anything as foolish as he has.

Henry: Other than one short break from his room he had spent all of yesterday alone, surfing the network and getting steadily more and more frustrated. He didn't know what he felt about the whole ordeal, all of the hate being spread around, it gave him a bad feeling. Much like the day before yesterday and the day before that he wasn't doing much with himself, browsing through a magazine and occasionally staring out of the window.

Walter: Oh, Walter knows what he felt. Every inch of it, every little bit of it, every... grand emotion.
He knows what he felt. And he wishes he could just forget it. A lot of him almost wants to become unemotinal again, detatched, but that's impossible.
Especially considering where he's going.
Gently, he knocks on the door, not wishing to startle Henry.

Henry: That knocking on the door snapped him out of his daze and he got up from the couch and shuffled over to the door. After some hesitation he opened the door to see Walter on the other side.

Henry didn't really know what had happened to Walter, he didn't understand what he had been refering to on the network either, yesterday Henry's fear in regards to Walter had returned ten fold. Those emotions were gone today, but that didn't mean he couldn't remember them.

In the way that he did, he tried to pretend it hadn't even happened. "Oh, Walter, hi."

Walter: Slowly, he tilts his head. He doesn't reach out for Henry -- if only because he recalls, distinctly, the way he had been behaving around Light.
That was the sort of attention he's been wanting to give to Henry. He doesn't regret it; it's not like he's betrayed the other man. They are, after all, only friends.
"You seem to be all right, Henry," Walter notes. "Nothing happened to you, did it?"

Henry: "... No." he said with a relatively forced smile, and before turning around to conceal it "Ah, yeah, come in." he paused "I mean, if you want to? I'm not really doing much, um..." he trailed off.

Walter: "I don't enjoy lies," Walter says calmly; this is something Henry knows, and he still dislikes it when Henry does it -- but he knows he won't force it out of him.
"Of course I do," he says a bit more softly, stepping closer to get inside. "...I was concerned. I couldn't be sure what you might have done, knowing what I've done."

Henry: "Not a lot... um... heh, strange... I talked to Dante for a bit... Didn't seem scared of him yesterday for some reason." his voice quietened slightly "Strange, the person I was scared of the most was the only person I really wanted to talk to... Oh well." he shrugged and sat down where he had been sitting for the past few months. "I um.. hope you're alright too?"

Walter: Walter's brow twitches. Though it'd been... an unusual day, he intends for Vergil to live up to that promise that's been made.
This does not please him.
"Everyone was quite a bit backwards yesterday," Walter says simply. "...And I am fine." Physically speaking, anyway.

Henry: "Ah.. that's good then." he said with a meek smile, hands in his lap he watched his fingers knot in themselves. With that said and done Henry figured Walter would probably be on his way, he was a busy guy in the mansion afterall. "Glad you're alright... Don't know if I said anything I shouldn't have yesterday, sorry if I did."

Walter: "There were things... that none of us should have said." Although Henry is oblivious, it doesn't really bother Walter. He thinks it's... charming. "Either way, they didn't hurt me. I'm just glad that ... you're all right."
He isn't sure what else to do. Walter's not exactly proud of what he's done, after all.
"I wished to check on you. ... But on the same token, I have. To discuss something with you."

Henry: "Hm? What's the matter?" he asked looking up from his lap at Walter, he assumed something was wrong since that's what's usually coupled with discussions.

Walter: Though Walter approaches, he refrains from reaching out. He's... careful. He won't get personal with contact, no matter the temptation.
"There are unfortunate matters," Walter says vaguely. "Ones that have had me think of my situation. I dislike to do this, but I believe it for the best. I think that I should leave this room for awhile."
By that, he means days. Not simply hours.

Henry: "Oh..." His gaze drifted back down to his lap, he should've known. For a minute (which feels like a terribly long time when confronted with silence) he was quiet, thinking to himself. He must've done something, said something, whatever it was he couldn't figure out what it was but Henry assumed it was his fault.

"Well.. um..." he tried to sound cheerful, as humanly possible. "That's alright, I don't mind. You need a change now and then or... um... something, heh, right?"

Walter: His fingers twitch. He wants to touch him, somehow. Comforting. He doesn't know how to do that now all the while holding back.
Walter glances away. "...It's not about... not about a change. I'm just concerned about you, and... I know what I'm feeling right now is hardly appropriate. Not that it ever was, admittedly, but I suppose I don't trust myself now."

Henry: "... Concerned about me?" Small smile on his face, a defeatist sort of expression. Maybe Walter was right to leave, Henry was fine back in his old apartment by himself, doing his own thing... Maybe that's just how things are meant to be.

He couldn't work out what Walter meant in regards to his 'feelings', but since he refered to the past he couldn't help but link it with some sort of violence. "Um..." he swallowed, hard and once again tried to sound positive. "Well... whatever you think is best. I suppose. I mean, yeah, sure. That's all fine. Besides, you've probably got... all sorts of stuff to do."

Walter: No, he really doesn't, but. Walter lifts his hand a moment -- but immediately pulls it back. "...Keep your door locked, until you know who it is. And... please stay safe, Henry. I..."
When did this matter become so difficult? Yes, he has always found Henry attractive. But it was... passing, before they arrived in the mansion. Now it feels terribly intense. It almost frightens Walter, to be honest.
He turns and goes to fetch his box from the couch, the small one that he keeps concealed -- and sleeps with under his pillow. He opens it, and offers the filthy rag doll he received from Eileen all those years ago.
"Keep her with you. Please."

Henry: He didn't respond to the safety comment, if Walter left and Dante went back to hating him then he wasn't really going to be going out much anyway.

"Huh? Your... the doll? I couldn't do that..." Walter had almost nothing anyway, Henry couldn't bare the idea of taking that from him.

Walter: Walter shakes his head. "I want you to have her. She'll watch over you."
It's a silly concept, but the way he says it seems to hint that Walter is completely serious. He believes the doll will somehow keep Henry safe from harm.

Henry: "Really?" he still wasn't sure but there was such sincerity in Walter's voice that he felt he had no choice but to take the doll from him. He reached out, took it, and settled it on his lap. "Thanks..." he said with half a smile.

Walter: His brows knit for a moment; half a smile, but there it is anyway -- and he knows he'll miss it. Briefly, Walter leans in to press his forehead against Henry's.
"Take care of yourself," he says quietly, barely even a whisper.
He pulls away, a little sharply, as he heads for the door.

Henry: He didn't know what to say, for some reason this news really got him down. Although recently he hadn't seen Walter a great deal, he'd been busy with a variety of things, it was nice to see him about his room. Since Henry didn't go out a lot, it was just... really good to talk to him sometimes.

He reasoned with himself, Walter wasn't his property, he could do what he wanted to, and people like change... Despite Walter saying it wasn't the case this time.

"I, um..." no, that thought trailed away and he looked down at the tattered little doll in his lap. "Good-bye." he said, continuing to force that lopsided smile.

Walter: This is good-bye, he knows. For now, but still a good-bye. Walter feels... very troubled. He just nods, knowing he can't say bye.

He's always had difficulty letting anything go.

Silently, he opens the door and steps out, shutting it carefully behind himself. He picks up the pace of his steps, enough that he can get away from the room. He turns a corner, and leans against the wall, clutching his box to himself.

Walter hates it. He hates it, and he hates feeling the burn of tears in his eyes and they're coming out and he can't stop them. He can't stop them.