_Henry_

Oh, Rayburn.

My dear, sweet, tired Rayburn

Your thin hands hold my heart

Whilst your pale lips hold my breath

I worry when I see you sigh

When your empty, gray eyes narrow in frustration

I wish to calm you

To give you peace

Of course, I cannot do this with _them _watching

I still have a job to do

So I will do it

Thankfully, it has something to do with _you_

__

__

_(This was just a wip, so uhh. Yeah. But it does have something to do with my characters. Henry is on a mission)_