They both stayed as so for about a moment when James just couldn't take it anymore. He sighed a long breath to get Henri's attention.
He was almost certain Henri would pay him no mind when he felt cold, hard eyes look into his. He looked up to find himself gazing back at Henri. He spoke, "Do you want to talk about it?"
Henri shifted his eyes to the ground, and then back up to James' eyes. He said nothing.
"Maybe I can help you. Whatever it is that is setting you off like this can be helped: by me." James said softly, while pointing at himself. He stared a bit longer at Henri and absent-mindedly grabbed a nearby roll and munched on it quietly. After a while he spoke, "You hungry?"
"Non," came the response.
James chocked a little. "How can you not be? You love food!"
"Not lately." Henri's expression had not changed. He still seemed to want to avoid James as much as possible. In fact Henri decided to stand up right at that time and he walked out the room almost knocking into Sarah.
"Henri!" Sarah shouted in a worried tone, not one so much out of anger of the run in.
Henri averted her and continued out. Coming up the stairs was Moses. Henri walked right past him and descended the stairs.
Moses glanced behind and turned around.
"Young man, where do you think you're off to?" he asked him.
"Out," was Henri's only answer. And out he did. He opened the door and walked out with only the blanket, for once without food, and into the cold.
It was November in 1787. On this particular day the weather had a cold wind. Henri shivered in the icy air. 'What am I doing at 'ere? I'm more miserable out 'ere than I am inside!' he screamed in his head. He headed back to see Moses rushing out. Moses pulled him in and brought him back upstairs to his room where James and Sarah were.
Henri groaned to himself as he saw he was seated on a brown chair that seemed to have been moved into the room for what was going to happen: a talk.