The words didn't feel dismissive, but Henry did still feel terribly out of place. Everyone else in this warehouse had the baggage of the former Gansey, the one that had been here before he'd disappeared. But all Henry had was the baggage of waiting, of placing RoboBee gently in Gansey's palm and telling him, If you cannot be unafraid, be afraid but happy.

Gansey's hand was heavy and informal and comforting. Henry felt terribly out of place. What was he doing? What was the answer here? He avoided the nervous need to fidget, tap the pen or chew on the cap. It wouldn't alleviate any of this strange energy.

"I'm around," Henry assured. This was the first time he'd stepped into Hywel, but things were not as tense as they'd been back in May when he'd arrived. "If you need help settling. It's rough at first." And what he meant by that was Let me know if it gets any easier. Henry didn't honestly know if Darrow became not rough for some people. Maybe not for them. Maybe it would for the five Henriettas, and not for him. Who knew.