Henrik walked away from the car, not looking back at Russ. He couldn't look back he was... well, heartbroken. Russell was not moving an inch; in fact it seemed he was more annoyed because not only was he blaming him he was blaming himself to an unforgivable degree.
He was at a loss. If this was anyone else he would hide his feelings and remain reliably stoic, but it wasn't just anyone, it was Russ.
He sighed heavily and carried on walking. He needed to give them space. Russ was still raw with emotion, anger. Billie was a young new mum and was understandably scared, Russell's over enthusiasm was probably overwhelming too. He knew Russell well, too well. He was probably overcompensating by being the best grandfather in the world. In the meantime Henrik had never felt so bereft.
Russ was still fiddling with the car seat. Part of him wanted to forgive Henrik but he just couldn't. He felt betrayed. He was also beating himself up, how did he not spot the signs. He had been so self absorbed and selfish. He didn't know how to feel. Damn it, this bloody car seat! He looked up and through the front window to see Henrik walking away. The man was a walking enigma. Maybe that's what attracted Russ, he felt he could crack him. But now, well, he didn't feel any differently about Henrik but then again he did. The trust was gone.
Billie watched the exchange between her dad and Henrik. Awkward much. She did feel dad was being a bit harsh, especially since this was her mess and she had kind of hoodwinked Henrik and his good nature. Also she felt bad because she had not properly thanked Henrik. Yes it was cringe but he was there when she needed him. She considered saying something to her dad now to give him chance to catch Henrik up, but she knew this mood. This was not the time. Dad was arguing with a car seat so ... Maybe later.