The pieces fall as neatly into place as one can expect and Henry nods slowly, offering an honest but somewhat confused half-smile.

"I, uh..." he nods again, looking down into his empty wine glass; "I understand."

The awkward sinking in his stomach tells him it's probably a good time to not ask what he wants to ask... that he should just let things lie for the moment. "I know you've got an early morning... and I should probably be getting home."