Henry is quiet for a moment watching the boy draw with fondness before he speaks. "None of this David my boy, what is troubling you, do not fear speaking with me, no ill will come it, I promise you." He says picking up one of the pencils and spinning it along his fingers.

"No matter what you have to say, my caring for you will never change, dear child, I do not wish for you to hold back things that trouble you."