Dossier Thirty One

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta sits curled up in one of the old theater seats, picking at an ancient bit of something that is stuck to its arm. She looks tired, though not ill, at least, and it seems as though she's been crying.]

Louise Antoinette Laure... I bet she's pretty, too.

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Don't ask why Crowley's in the theatre. He probably doesn't even know, himself.]

[He perches on the arm of one of the seats just down the row from Henrietta.]

Something wrong?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[EEP THERE IS A PERSON.] N-no.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Still not much of a liar, are you? One of these days we'll fix that.

Now what's the matter?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[fdjfj] Signore Jose was in France and he just came back and he brought back a present for someone named Louise Antoinette Luare.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Insert blank stare here. Thankfully the sunglasses hide most of it.]

And?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Nothing.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[HOLD ON, GIVE HIM A MINUTE]

...what, you're worried about who this person might be?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Curling up a little more and nodding.]

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

How do you know this—what was it, Louise? How do you know this Louise isn't some sort of business contact?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

It said beloved.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...oh.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Yes, miserable child is miserable. She goes back to picking at the arm of the chair.] I thought I was doing better. I wasn't getting sick and I was doing well with drills.

[lamb_of_gold]

[The best therapy for emo is getting other people over theirs. So have a Mu.]

Is everything alright, Henrietta?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Hey, are you alright?

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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto takes the seat next to her, looking at her uncertainly for a moment before speaking.]

Did something happen?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She nods at the arm of the chair.] Yes, signore.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head. SHE'S A BIT FAIL IN THE SPEECHIFYING DEPARTMENT AT THE MOMENT.]

[lamb_of_gold]

Then why are you not meeting my eyes?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Pick, pick, pick.] No reason, signore.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He sighs slightly at that, pulling out a packet of disposable pocket tissues. She looks as if she could use them right now.]

[lamb_of_gold]

Henrietta.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[a sigh]

Humans are quite capable of caring for more than one person at once, you know. Even if Jose cares about this woman it doesn't mean he doesn't like you any more.

[ghostlighter]

[It's the Griever, for once, leaning on the back of the seat next to her.] ... Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Meep] Hello, signore.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She wipes her eyes on one.] Um. Thank you.