[With a ca-CHUNK the first set of waffles disappears into the toaster. Henry occupies himself by squeezing the syrup bottle and causing it to make little farting sounds. It was the little things that could ground him and keep him from drifting off into that other world.]
[Henry glances over his shoulder at Wrath, his brows scrunched in sleepy confusion.]
no subject
[Henry glances over his shoulder at Wrath, his brows scrunched in sleepy confusion.]
The backyard gate?