...huh. It took a bit to try and parse all of that, as Henry hadn't been expecting a proposal like this. The words he focused on were 'artifacts' and 'timeline.' He leaned forward for a moment, his forearms leaning on his thighs. He stared up at the windows of his apartment. He wasn't doing anything but dying here. He probably wouldn't last a year, the way he was going.

He turned back to Jack. "Okay. I have two conditions." The tired, quiet way he talked meant that it seemed like he might've forgotten them already, when he was really just pausing. "The first is that we never come back here. And..uh, secondly. I want you to take some things in my apartment and archive them." At least that would get them away from people who would want to use them.

Henry watched Jack for his reaction. He still wasn't entirely convinced Jack wasn't with the Order.