" Where are you going?"
Aislin was standing at his open door.
" ... My mother wants me to come home for a few days," Henry said.
" But, Ornstein..."
" My mother is sick too," Henry said stiffly. " And I haven't seen her all winter. I'll only be gone for four or five days."
Aislin was quiet for a moment.
He stayed by the doorframe.
" You promise you'll be back then, in four or five days?" he asked.
It felt odd.
" Of course," Henry said.
He didn't know why Aislin was acting like that. Some part of it was understandable because of Ornstein's illness, but... he could almost be mistaken for acting clingy.