[Henry lets Rey in without fanfare, a frown etched on his face.
The apartment is how it's been since it was cleaned up after the fire: warped in places, marred by some permanent scorch marks, the previous standard furniture replaced by some of Irisviel's ghastly collection. They may be somewhat disconcerting to look at, but at least they're intact, which can't be said of their furnishings caught in the fire.
He heads into the living room and takes a seat, expecting Rey to do the same.]
Well?
[There's impatience in his voice; he has enough stress to deal with more being added. Until he hears a decent explanation, this borders on hypocrisy.]
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The apartment is how it's been since it was cleaned up after the fire: warped in places, marred by some permanent scorch marks, the previous standard furniture replaced by some of Irisviel's ghastly collection. They may be somewhat disconcerting to look at, but at least they're intact, which can't be said of their furnishings caught in the fire.
He heads into the living room and takes a seat, expecting Rey to do the same.]
Well?
[There's impatience in his voice; he has enough stress to deal with more being added. Until he hears a decent explanation, this borders on hypocrisy.]