If she'd known what Henry was planning on asking her, she probably wouldn't have come for dinner. She'd have -- made up some excuse, maybe tried to break his heart by just telling him that it wasn't working out -- anything but tell him the truth about the way things were going. She'd been talking more with her therapist, and he'd been encouraging her to try and 'come out' to Henry on her own, but there'd just been no opportune moments - she wanted to make sure that Henry didn't misunderstand, especially considering the position he held as an agent. She wasn't stupid, she knew it would look bad if he found out through other venues, but only a handful of people even really knew about what had happened between Drystan and herself.
As it was, though, she smiled easily in return as she stepped into the flat. "Oh," she said quietly, "It smells good. I didn't know you were a man of many talents, Henry." She leaned in to give him a chaste kiss on the cheek, turning to briefly take in the decor of the flat.
Not that it was all that important, she just wanted to make sure he didn't have any giant orange statues of naked women or something silly like that.
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