Five Years, Too Late

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              Chicago... Sir Roman's resident...

Henry halted outside the door, he grabbed the handle but hesitated as he pondered wether to go in or not.

Suddenly, the door pushed open and Simon (sir Roman's butler), stepped out.

"Mr O'Briens" he greeted Henry with a bow.

"Is grandfather inside?" Henry.

He tilted his head and took a glance inside, but couldn't see Sir Roman.

"Yes, Mr O'Briens... he said he knows you're here"

Henry took a deep breath, he nodded and pushed Simon aside then walked in.

He walked straight into the living room, with Simon trailing behind him.

Sir Roman sat on a recliner, a glass of wine in his hand and a TV remote on the other hand.. he's watching a wrestling match.

"Sir, Mr O'Briens is here" Simon reported.

Sir Roman simply waved him off,  he turned to Henry with a smile.. that clearly doesn't reach his eyes.

"Henry... My grandson!"

Henry shut his eyes at how fondly his grandfather just called his name.. he knows something deadly is coming afterwards.

"Grandfa..."

"Come on, watch this match with me" sir Roman cut him off.

Henry took a glance at the TV and shook his head, which made Sir Roman narrowed his eyes at him (Henry).

"Is that supposed to be a no?" He asked.

Henry gulped and quickly faced the TV, Sir Roman smiled and nodded.

"Good boy... now watch this match closely, make sure you don't miss any parts!" He said.

He turned back to face the TV, he took a sip from his wine and thet both focused their attention on the match.

Henry's busy thinking of the reason his father called him, though he knows it's gonna be related to his failed assassination.. but he wasn't so sure.

After all, his grandfather is so unpredictable.

"You see that?" Sir Roman asked.

"Y-yes" Henry stuttered and nodded.

Sir Roman sighed, he dropped the glass of wine and TV remote he was holding.. then got up.

He went behind Henry, he leaned closer to his ear and held his shoulders.. he began to massage them.

"How did John Cena managed to win this wrestle?" He asked.

Henry shut his eyes and balled his fist, he already understood what his grandfather is trying to say.

"I hate repeating questions!" Sir Roman whispered in Henry's ear.

"He waited"

Sir Roman nodded.

"And what?"

"He waited and studied his opponent.. he made sure to understand his opponent's tricks" Henry answered.

Sir Roman moved away from Henry's back, he stopped in front of him (Henry)..

He smiled and started applauding Henry for getting the answer right.

Soon he stopped, narrowed his eyes and the smile on his face wiped off.. he raised his hand and landed it on Henry's cheek.

Henry shut his eyes tightly, he balled his fist tightly than before by his side.. his knuckles turned white.