[Finally, with a shadow of disappointment running across his brow, Henry finally looks back and down at her.]
Yes.
[Again, she might pick up those same images from his mind. Spiders, under the floorboards. Spiders, kept in little glass jars with holes poked in the lid, twigs and leaves on the inside. Old friends. Old comforts.
The lab had been so sterile and lacking them. It was one reason among many that he hated that place.]
They are my favorite. I used to collect them when I was younger, before I was taken away. I'd draw them all the time.
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Yes.
[Again, she might pick up those same images from his mind. Spiders, under the floorboards. Spiders, kept in little glass jars with holes poked in the lid, twigs and leaves on the inside. Old friends. Old comforts.
The lab had been so sterile and lacking them. It was one reason among many that he hated that place.]
They are my favorite. I used to collect them when I was younger, before I was taken away. I'd draw them all the time.