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There's something you're not telling me.


You always were eccentric – creepy, and weird was how I first described you. You dress too well for both your salary, position, location, and time. You carry a very valuable timepiece around in your day to day life, in a city that isn't known for it's safety. You know history as if you were a historian who had devoted your life to studying specific events, places, and peoples. Your language is unique – bordering on archaic at times. You're a medical genius, able to diagnose the COD with just a glance – you can save people's lives with the most obscure methods, and you enjoy doing it.


Someday you'll let me in, when you're ready.


You are constantly hidden behind a mask – it's very good, I'll grant that; but it's still a mask. You're careful, always guarding your words and actions, and correct yourself before a misstep ever happens. You're frightened – no, terrified – of something, but won't let anyone else help you bear that burden. When you say you trust someone, you still hold them back – you don't want to get hurt. You're alone, and you know it, but you don't do anything about it – if possible, you distance yourself more.


Don't you dare say it's complicated.


Will you ever let anyone in? Tell someone the entire truth of your own free will, and not because circumstances demand it? Are you even able to do that anymore? Can you let someone in? Have you been hurt so much that the doors around your soul have been barred shut? I would say that you weren't old enough to be that sealed off – but there's something about you...


It's not what you think it is – actually, it's exactly what you think it is.

I need the truth right now.

You won't believe me.

Try me.


AN: Apparently, if you try to focus on one story, one's mind thinks up a billion other stories... This is from Jo's POV, and is kind of a picture of what would go through her mind when she finds out Henry's secret. Thank you so much for stopping and taking the time to read this!