I will
in spite of the ache
Henry had tried. He'd extended some sort of an olive branch in the form of a glass of whiskey. Not to mention, he'd asked the man why he was wet. There were a lot of other things he would have rather said, but instead, he kept things simple. Clearly Tet was doing the same. Keeping things simple. His answer was short and to the point, not exactly an answer that could further any sort of conversation from it.
Henry stood there awkwardly, sipping at the alcohol if only to try and waste time. Eventually, he put it down and looked up. "So why a yacht?" Henry wanted to know if this was somehow on purpose, to make Henry hate life even more. He knew what had happened with Sterling on the last yacht he was on. He had to know just how trigging being on this yacht was. And yet...that's the new boat he had for their "family".
In the end, it didn't really matter. He and Tet had never been close. Perhaps that was by chance, or by choice. Henry, deep down, wished things could be different. He had enough shit to deal with regarding Sterling. And now, he felt very much alone. He felt like he was all by himself with no where to call home and no family. He should lean on his pack...but how could he do that in a place that only reminded him of all the bad things he had done since becoming a were?
Henry Tudor
I will rise a thousand times again