Henry's seen it before though

The Washams, are quiet, innocent enough to look dumb, but not dumb. Mrs. Washam you are the sweetest creature on this earth. I'm not in love with you. I just.. think you're beautiful. Your husband doesn't say a word, he catatonic. His eyes bulge out of his head, his hair tangled, never combed. His posture is formative. You help him eat, never press conversation. No one pays attention to you guys.

Henry's seen it before though.

One day though, when I wasn't even bothering to look, you were laughing. He had whispered in your ear. The silent stoic Robert Washam uttered a humorous phrase to Margaret. They don't even share rooms anymore. They are separate at night and dine together, but Margaret, you'd be liar if you weren't looking over your shoulder for him when you enter the dining room early. That's love. Mrs. Washam when he goes, you're going to be fine. You're going to take each last day that is yours and walk forward. Maybe the other ladies will reach out to you, you'll take it, its kind of them. Life will roll on until your day.