[She nods slowly, finding that confirmation to be easier than words -- of course Henry knew. She could never keep that from him; they had grieved together, were still grieving, having secret meetings in Henry's room where they discussed how to handle this, what to tell Neal, if to tell Neal. Whether or not they told him hadn't been a question for more than a moment or two, but this wasn't how it was supposed to be -- not that any other method would have been better.]

He knows. He's-- he's never dealt with something like this before.

[Archie's death hadn't quite counted; even when they'd truly thought him dead, they weren't faced with the prospect of telling him. Loss was still new to Henry. He was young -- he hadn't experienced the same continued losses both of his parents had early in life.

She knew exactly what Neal had to be thinking. He didn't want to leave Henry alone, didn't want to abandon him the way his own father had abandoned him.

So much for those dreams. Outside of Wonderland, there was nothing that could be done about it.]

I promised him I would tell you when the time was right.