[Henry doesn't yet turn to meet Heather's eye. He's not really sure if he can or not. This was stupid. This was his fault after all. He brought a chilly hand to his mouth and a small stream of spit and blood rolled over his lips as he gingerly reached inside and retrieved part of a premolar. That was what the electric icy pain was.]
[He shakes his head, unfortunately still in full clam mode.]
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[He shakes his head, unfortunately still in full clam mode.]