The pillow covered his head and Frankie snorted softly as it hit him, but he shifted his head to let it sit better so it would keep his eyes in the dark but not block his air flow.

“You remember another song?” Henry had hummed a couple of snippets of songs while they’d been there, but never a full song. Henry had a nice voice, and Frankie was hoping Henry would remember more, so he could hear more of it.

The darkness around his face was definitely helping. If he could manage to stay like this a little while, he might even start to feel better. Though honestly, he couldn’t be sure.