Suzy jolts awake to find Henry sitting there on the edge of the bed, just looking at her. "What?"
"Piss his bed? Suz, what the fuck was that?"
"You didn't! You just disappeared and left me there in the guest room."
"Sorry, love. All this about taking control to guide dreams, it's a bit of a bollocks. I was never a control aficionado. Then you and Verity started messing about with my brain."
Suzy decides she's going to tell him, show him her own personal hell. She knows all about his, there in black and white in his biography. "When we were married, Verity walked in on Steve and some woman in our bedroom."
"Aw Suz, I don't need to know this."
"Yes you do! She came to me crying and told me about it."
"That's when you left?"
He would ask that; the question close to what still gnaws at her. "No. I only told her to always knock on any bedroom door and just left it at that. What else could I possibly say to her? I needed time to think and plan before I left." He just sits there looking at her, not cursing Steve on her and Verity's behalf. She feels almost dirty having said it, letting him know exactly how far she let things go. "Well, aren't you going to say anything?"
He frowns and says, "You're just so fucking calm telling me this."
She sighs. "It's in the past. I just wanted you to understand the whiz in the bed thing."
"Jesus, Suz, aren't we a bit past the point of you worrying what I'll think of you? Don't you know you're stuck with me yet?" He closes his eyes for a moment, rubs his forehead, then asks, "Did Steve and his friend see Verity or say anything to her?"
"No. Or if they did, they ignored her."
He nods, thinking. "Here's the thing, I will be there for her, but shit like this doesn't disappear just because I'm not a prick at this point in my afterlife. Me being here isn't some magical cure for whatever psychic damage she suffered."
"Henry, don't you think I know that?"
"Suz, I think you're the one who may need to cut yourself some slack. Everybody's damaged in one way or another. Welcome to life and death. I just hate Potter, that rotten cat bastard. Let's go back to sleep and try and find the wingless flyer."
Suzy lies back down, watching him walk around the bed then recline. He turns over so they're face to face. She tells him, "I do love you, Mallet."
"Yeah, same to you. Now shhh so I can fall back asleep."