Henry finally settled himself down at his computer and he started digging. He would have been doing a better job of it if Frank hadn’t insisted on staying on the desk, which was… thoroughly distracting. It actually wasn’t so much that Frank insisted. It was just that Henry hadn’t felt bold enough to own up to how awkward his current condition made things.
Never mind that Frank had been hungry, and Henry had to carefully portion out tiny bits of meat and water. Tiny, tiny portions. Frank was drinking from a bottle cap. That alone had been surreal enough.
