"Are you alright?" My hand rubbed Henri's back gently, noticing the tension winding his muscles tight. "You've been silent the entire morning."
He didn't look at me or seem to acknowledge my question, too zoned out to do anything but stare out the window of the plane and brood. I switched tactics then, running the tips of my almond shaped nails lightly in soothing patterns over his clothed back. He relaxed into my touch slightly, but it wasn't enough to pull him out of his own head.
"Babe, talk to me."
Henri finally looked at me, a lost, forlorn expression in his eyes that broke my heart and made my chin quiver. I never wanted to see that expression on his face ever again.
"I don't want you to do this."
I sighed. "Henri—"
"Kat, if something happens to you…"
