Notes: Written for Radariant on tumblr, who gave me the prompts Randall/Henry and "Oh fuck, oh FUCK". Lots of lovely language in this prompt set, isn't there? Set sometime after Miracle Mask, with heavy spoilers for that game.

This was actually the single worst thing that had ever happened in Henry Ledore's life.

As a child he had been born into poverty. As a teenager he'd had to watch his master leave, not knowing on that day that he'd never see him again for another eighteen years. As a determined young men he had braved through the dangers of the Akbadain ruins alone, trying to find any traces that were left of Randall. As a broken-hearted man he'd returned empty-handed and had saved his childhood crush from an arranged marriage by offering himself to marry her, so they could both wait for Randall to return, forever if they had to. And as a slightly jaded being he had waited those eighteen years until Randall had come back, tried to destroy him over a misunderstanding, eventually realised the truth and apologised for the confusion.

All of those events might have been bad enough, but they were nothing compared to the absolute tragedy that he faced in this very moment.

He stood, hot iron in his hand, face a picture of utter shame.

"Oh fuck... Oh FUCK!"

"Henry, I didn't think I'd ever hear you utter words like that," Randall commented, looking in from the hallway to make sure everything was all right.

The sight of Randall only intensified how Henry was feeling. He wanted to hide his mistakes, but he knew they couldn't repair there broken bonds if they did not have honesty.

So instead he held up the purple vest that he'd been ironing. A deep black burn defiantly glaring out from the middle.

"I'm sorry, Master Randall! My focus lapsed for only a moment and... and the next thing I knew I had ruined your vest!"

Part of Randall wanted to laugh, but Henry looked so genuinely distressed by what had happened that instead he walked over and hugged him tightly. Henry continued to clutch at the vest weakly to his chest as he did, but few things could get I the way of one of Randall's hugs once he decided you were getting one.

"Don't worry about that Henry, I've got lots of other vests," soothed Randall.

Henry sighed, "That's not the point... I've let you down, Master Randall."

Randall pulled away, smiling at his beloved, tragic, silly Henry fondly.

"And if that's the only time in our entire lives that you've let me down then you've got a pretty good track record, wouldn't you say?" he reasoned, "Especially in light of... well, all the times I've let you down myself."

"Master Randall, don't say such things," murmured Henry, "I don't think ill of you for everything that happened.

"And I don't think ill of you for burning my vest. So are we even?" Randall checked.

"I think so?" replied Henry, not completely sure that burning a vest and attempted sabotage of an entire city were quite on the same page, now that he thought about it.

"Good! Well, let's go out and find a replacement vest!"

With that, Randall darted out the door. He was a peculiar fellow, but whatever way he had with words definitely worked for Henry. Resigning the ruined vest to the bin, Henry calmly followed him out.