[Clenching and unclenching his hands is the only thing Henry can do to keep himself from standing, pacing, shouting. He sits and sits and sits and looks like he wants to cry. His usual deadpan blank frown is strained and his teeth gnaw at his lower lip.]
Then what is? What do I do? I've never felt...this.
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Then what is? What do I do? I've never felt...this.