*Lily*
Lily went down the stairs and almost bumped into Henry at the corner. They both adjusted their stances and looked at each other. The malice between them was pretty tense. It appeared they had another fight.
"Good morning," Henry finally said.
"Morning," Lily mumbled. She had a headache, and she didn't even know exactly how it had appeared at the base of her skull. She massaged that spot with her left hand and turned her neck.
"You look bad," Henry said, as observant as ever.
"Surprised you're just finding that out. Because you didn't sleep in the same bed that I did last night."
"I know. You don't have to mention that. Or say it to my face, Lily."
She walked past him and went straight to the coffee maker in the kitchen. "I probably look like one hell of a patient, you know."
