Getting Over It

A couple of hours passed since Robert and Henry talked about the security around his house and his business and what shape it will take when he travels too. And now, the two men stood in the kitchen; Robert was washing the cups while Henry was drying them.

"…They're just a couple of coffee cups," Henry complained again.

Robert chuckled, "You made instant coffee, the least I could do is wash the cups after!"

A small smile played on Henry's mouth, the level of normalcy in the moment that he was living with his father seemed surreal in comparison to all of the unbelievable heartache he had gone through the last couple of days. 

"…When is the trial?" Robert asked as he turned the water tap off. 

Henry licked his lips then bit his upper one hard before releasing it, "I have no idea…I should go to him, Garcia…He called a while ago with some very disturbing news…"