“You good?” “Yeah.” His brow furrows. “I wasn’t sure how tonight would go, but it’s been fine. He’s not such an asshole.” He nods in Henry’s direction. I smile. “I should hope not. You climbed down a shaft for him.” “I didn’t do it for him,” he says softly. He sees Henry approaching, and gets up and heads out to join the others. Henry’s gaze sits on his back the entire way. “He’s made it impossible for me to hate him. I hate him for that.”
