“ sorry 、didn't mean to startle you. ”
low hum rumbling from his throat——coffee set on the night stand as he slowly sits on the bed's edge.
weight causing a slight dip.
“ i made coffee. ”
that seems to startle him awake— well, his nightmares did, anyway.
“what? what's going on?”
henry mumbles incoherently as he shakily pushing himself upright in bed.