Henry's instincts would be correct-- while Wrath has at least had the past month to... slowly adjust to existing in a modern age again, a cartoon just might give him a panic attack tonight.

So as the TV pops to life, Wrath nods again. Yes, he will focus his gaze on these long yellow things peacefully eating leaves. And hold the hot mug to his chest. And maybe even lean on Envy's arm just a little bit, without fully realizing.

These are all things he can do.


Meanwhile, the little Cubone, who had left Wrath's side in the kitchen only briefly to wander around a bit while his trainer was preoccupied with another Important Reunion, offers Henry a little wave from where he had re-attached to Wrath's leg (a safe place to cling, he's found).

"Bone..."

Hello! This has kind of been a Lot for him, as well. <8)