Henry didn't know much, in fact what he knew now included his own name -likely just due to the fact that it was tattooed on his partner's hand- and the size and shape of the room. He also knew Frankie's name, by dint of the fact that it was tattooed on his hand, and he definitely knew that something here was very, very wrong.

He wasn't entirely sure what Frankie was doing, though when he asked about the couch cushions things became a little more clear, and given as how it was up to him to help and support, that was what he was going to do. Though trying to pull the cushion from the couch proved impossible, bound the same way the couch and bed were to the floor and he shook his head, "No."

Though a moment later that reply changed to: "Hang on." Followed by a triumphant little noise of glee. He'd found the zipper on the cushion cover, and while that was, in fact, part of the couch, the actual cushion inside could be pulled free with a little work, and he tossed the first one towards the bed before setting to work on the second.