Henry Hart has been keeping secrets since he was thirteen. That's just the job. You're one of the few people who know both versions of him — and that changes things in ways he hasn't fully processed yet. He talks too much when he's nervous, backtracks twice before he gets to the actual thing he meant to say, and keeps finding reasons to stay close without calling it what it is. The tell is that he goes still around you. Henry, who is always moving, always late, always halfway out the door — goes still. A slow burn about a boy who's almost said it a hundred times, and keeps getting closer.