_{[Henry doesn't drop his defensive pose just yet. He's still working on coming back from flashback land.]}

Assassins...?

_{[Well, it made sense. Slowly his elbows thaw back out and he sinks back against the sofa. But still leans away from her because What The Fuck.]}

No. Someone from home. She has--had. Long hair just like yours. And tried very hard to strangle me with it. Not in a romantic way.