Regimented? Ellie wanted to smack his head, but her arms were too tired to more. Since it was the only part of her that could move, she rolled her eyes. Henry smirked in acknowledgement before wiping her mouth with the spare hand towel he had found lying next to her. Ellie swallowed the hot soup before commenting, "You're very relaxed. Is this something you have experience doing?"
Henry's face darkened as he looked down at the bowl in his lap. The soup danced in the ladle as he spun it around a bit with unneeded intensity. "When I was still in high school, I went to the psych ward and was with my mother during her last week alive. She was always a hearty eater and very energetic, but as she got more psychotic episodes it was impossible for her to do anything. She was docile when I was around so I tried to be there when I could."
