They chose to wait in the library, since it had larger, more comfortable couches and it was closer to the stairs that went up to the room where Kat was undergoing an ordeal that Henry couldn’t even imagine. A light supper was brought to the library for them, but Henry couldn’t eat in spite of all of Paulina’s encouragement. Her presence kept his mood more light and positive than he felt sure it would have been without her, and he was grateful for that. Oliver was mostly somber and quiet. Henry knew all of this was very difficult for both him and Viola, even though they’d both been incredibly brave and stout over the whole thing. They likely shared a great deal of grief together privately, and they’d admitted that their dreams of becoming grandparents had never included the complications of Kat’s condition, and the knowledge that their daughter was dying. Henry had never imagined becoming a father to be complicated by such drama. But he had no regrets. He’d married Kat for all the right reasons and had given her his whole heart in every way he knew how. She was kind and remarkable, and he wouldn’t trade away anything of what they’d shared, in spite of the extreme challenges. The fact that marrying her had made him a part of the most wonderful family he’d ever known was an added bonus that he considered nothing less than a miracle. He was grateful beyond his ability to express to know that even when Kat finally left them, he would always be a part of the family and that their love and acceptance of him was no less than his was of them. They would be able to help each other through this, whatever happened, even if none of them could comprehend at this point how getting through such a loss might even be possible.