Henry watches CJ for a few moments longer before giving a slow blink and then settling back down and looking a new direction. There. Safe.

"Will you be...partaking then?" Micolash reaches to tap a crooked finger on the table next to him, since he can't exactly see to get pencils and envelopes ready for others. "I would even. Volunteer to hold others' thoughts and wishes until this time next year. If that would be simpler."