Henry insists on going with Riley. His tone is calm but firm, the kind that doesn't ask for permission. "You don't have to talk to her with me there," he says, brushing his thumb along Riley's hand in quiet reassurance. "I'll just wait outside, but I'm not letting you go alone."
Riley sighs. He wants to protest, but he knows there's no need. It's not that Riley doesn't want him there, it's the opposite.. He needs him close, but he's terrified of what his mother might say.
~Skye is already late for school because of the morning chaos and distractions, Henry decides that Skye won't go to school today, and instead of leaving him home, they leave with him.
Homemade Hotel is on the far side of the city, the side where Riley grew up. It's an old neighborhood that smells like dust, motor oil, and the faint aroma of street food.
