Charles heard something quiet. It was faint, but seemed close. Was someone crying?
Charles slowly opened his eyes and blinked away some sleep. He grabbed his phone to check the time. He flinched at the flash of light. It was 3:56 a.m. in the morning. He set down his phone and looked next to him. Henry was trembling, crying, hugging onto part of the blankets. "Henry..? Are you okay..?" Charles said. Henry looked over at Charles. His soaked eyes gleamed in a light coating of silver-gray moonlight. "What's wrong?" Charles asked. His body was urging him to go back to sleep, but he wanted to comfort his husband. "I'm listening."
"Other ti-timeline... Different world... Me and Ellie... Be-Became..." Henry began with a shattered voice. He just stopped there. Charles sat up to hear Henry better. He moved his ear muffs onto his shoulders. "Became what?"
"... B-Became t-t-toppats... Right hand man... Sh-Shot your helic-copter... With you in it..." Henry finished and shook his head. "Henry, you're not a toppat, and I'm right here." Charles told him. "You being a toppat is for other timelines. Not right now. You're safe, and you've got nothing to worry about. You're with the government." He comforted. Henry looked at him with his clear blue eyes. "I'm right here." Charles repeated in a whisper. Henry sat up, his tear stream slowing. He hugged his husband, and Charles hugged him back.
"I'll always be here for you."