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God I get in a terribly sad mood at night

Thinking about if it was a normal occurrence for Henry to be woken up in the middle of the night by his mom wailing/crying (either in the same room or in the next room over depending on if they have a 2 bedroom house) and he has to get up and console her enough for her to go back to sleep, and like, he learned to do it from young or else neither of them were going to get any sleep

Just cuddling up to his mom petting her hair like “it’s okay now ma, it happened to you a long time ago, you’re not in danger anymore. Yes I know my father died. I know he was scared and alone when he died, but he isn’t scared and alone anymore because he can’t feel anything anymore because he’s dead. Yes ma, I know you loved him very much. He loved you too. Yes ma I know you miss him and it hurts really bad even after all this time. You’ll feel better someday, ma. Yes ma I know we’re going to kill Teddy and the rest of those bastards who were in on it and get our sweet bloody revenge but just please try and think of literally anything else right now, it’s three in the morning and I want to go back to bed.”