Henry danced to his own music. It's a song with a melody of false smiles and an accompaniment of hollow laughter, and after a while it becomes very apparent to Olivia that Henry may be, in fact, very much alone.
Oliva notices it in the way she sees him open and close. She notices it in the way he talks to his birds, the way he talks to plants, the way he talks to anything not human. His laughter is rich and full, and makes Olivia yearn for him to laugh like that, just once, for her. Olivia's seen the genuine smiles he gives Minerva, the wyvern, and she desperately wants him to beam at her like that, even if it's just once.
She promises him he never, ever, has to go back to that horrible place ever, and kisses him on the forehead out of instinct. Olivia doesn't see his expression change as she does.
It's a bit after Henry proposes, that he lets his real face show, even if it's just a little. It's just the two of them, and Olivia's had an awful nightmare. She doesn't remember now, but she woke up sobbing. Henry was still up reading and turned his attention immediately to her. "...Olivia?" He asks, voice soft, worry apparent on his face. She said nothing but went over to where he sat, and held onto him, crying into his shoulder. She feels his hand rub her back. "Do you want to talk about it?" He whispers to her. She shakes her head no. They are together in relative silence, before Olivia speaks again.
"Henry?"
"Yeah, Olivia?"
"Come back to bed with me?" Henry kisses the corner of her mouth before agreeing.
They sleep facing each other, holding hands. Henry's sleeping face is not one that has a smile, and it looks completely foreign. It's new. Olivia wants to see more of his expressions, his honest and true face.