[Henry rounds the corner with his Litwick on his shoulder and pauses, making direct eye-contact with Al.]
[In one hand are more musty-smelling candles.]
[In the other is a hammer.]
[This is the first time Henry has spotted Al since he got home and the photographer no longer has the dozy half-interested look in his eye than he usually does. Henry's shoulders are ridged and he's holding the hammer in a weird way--the windows are already boarded. This hammer is meant to go through a skull.]
Al, you're home.
[Henry descends the stairs, two at a time, oddly light on his feet for someone who usually moves so sluggishly.]
Envy probably didn't know enough to tell you. That's my fault. Come on.
[He moves RIGHT INTO Al's bubble in order to squeeze by him and into the living room.]
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[In one hand are more musty-smelling candles.]
[In the other is a hammer.]
[This is the first time Henry has spotted Al since he got home and the photographer no longer has the dozy half-interested look in his eye than he usually does. Henry's shoulders are ridged and he's holding the hammer in a weird way--the windows are already boarded. This hammer is meant to go through a skull.]
Al, you're home.
[Henry descends the stairs, two at a time, oddly light on his feet for someone who usually moves so sluggishly.]
Envy probably didn't know enough to tell you. That's my fault. Come on.
[He moves RIGHT INTO Al's bubble in order to squeeze by him and into the living room.]