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Who: George, Henry Tudor
Where: Henry's house
When: A few days after Richard and Wrath paid Henry a visit.
What: "Are you dead or what, asshole?"

Guilt probably wasn't the right word., but it was the only one George could think of. He hadn't asked Wrath or Richard to beat the shit out of Henry, and he'd been seriously contemplating doing it himself. And they'd only paid their visit to Henry after he'd tried to send a demon after George and Patrick. In the category of 'People Who Badly Needed to be Punched in the Mouth', Henry ranked right up there.

And yet...

George's traitor memory kept tossing up memories of Henry when he was younger, and still a decent person, and had only wanted to be a priest. Add that to memories of swearing fealty and loyalty no matter what, and George found himself standing at Henry's door with a scowl.

It wasn't like George was planning to mother hen the bastard and coo over his injuries. He was just going to make sure Henry wasn't dead. That was all. It did not keep his scowl from fading as he rapped on the door.

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Henry had had a hell of a week. When there was a knock on the door, he was expecting more investigators coming to see if he was a terrorist or something else one of George's cronies had made up about him. He yelled "GO AWAY!" to the door, but then he peeked out the window to see George standing there.

With a groan, he opened it and scowled. His face was covered in scratch marks and he had a black eye, thanks to Richard and Wrath. "Oh it's you. What the hell do you want?"

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George raised an eyebrow at the massive shiner on Henry's face. Wrath's fists might have been tiny, but they pack a hell of a punch.

"I came to make sure you weren't dead in a pile of your own puke."

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Henry scowled at George, but he moved aside to let George past him. He wouldn't usually let the saint in his house, but he figured he might as well in the aftermath of Wrath and Richard.

"And to gloat?"

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"No, I figure there's no point in gloating," George said, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall by the door. "Since I wasn't the one to do anything, technically."

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"There's beer in the fridge if you want," he grumbled. "Since you're protected by an army of crazy people I suppose we should try to be civil."

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"I hoped maybe we could be civil because that's a lot easier than being enemies," George said.

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Henry didn't stop looking annoyed, however. "Your friends are like bulldogs."

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"They're very much in the 'George and Patrick shouldn't be tortured to death by demons' camp," George said, looking Henry over. It could have been much worse, all things considered. "I really didn't appreciate that suggestion, also."

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Henry wasn't about to apologise. "So it's not alright for a king to take umbrage with how his subordinate is acting, but when said king threatens said subordinate, it's okay for his friends to attack the king? I was reported for anti-American activity! I've had homeland security sniffing around my home."

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"Taking umbrage would be leaving a ten minute voicemail on my phone full of nothing but shouting and swearing!" He had forgotten how being face to face with Henry was ten hundred times more frustrating than indirect communication. "You tried to have a demon torture my brother and me. So unless you get hauled off to Gitmo, they're really not comparable."

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Henry rolled his eyes and he shifted a little. "You'd live through it. I killed Patrick and he's still around, just more ridiculous looking."

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"And you'll live through the Department of Defense poking through your trash," George said, glaring. "I don't know what I expected, God. Henry, you are impossible to be loyal to. I tried! I tried for decades! Do you know how many rebellions I put down before they began?"

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That was interesting to know. "Honestly?" he said in shock. "I don't understand why peasants bother to think. Like your so called brother. He was a slave. Everything else was above his station."

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"Not peasants!" George said, keeping his hands fisted in his jacket pockets. "Other royals, some of your courtiers, foreign powers, you name it and they wanted you off the throne. And I stuck up for you, like an idiot. And peasants aren't even a thing anymore, and don't you dare talk about my brother!"

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It was a shock to hear that, but in Henry's mind he had always been loved and appreciated. "Lies," he said simply. "And your brother betrayed me. Just because I will no longer try to cause him harm, it doesn't mean I am going to respect someone who actively worked against me."

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"You know what?" George said, throwing up his hands in frustration. "I can live with that. You keeping away from Patrick is pretty much the best outcome of this, I don't need you two to be drinking buddies."

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Henry just growled and then he leaned forward. "So we're agreed on something at least. What else did you want to get out of coming here?"

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"I wanted to make sure you weren't dead, and you aren't, so good for you," George said, sighing and moving towards the door. "I was also hoping maybe the punch to the head had beaten some logic into you, but apparently not."