Henry knows better than anyone that sharing things about stuff sucks. He likes to avoid the more personal parts about himself if he can't help it.

He lets that silence hang in the air for a moment as he punches the bag a few times again, concentrating on his technique rather than focusing on the conversation fully. Not to be insensitive or anything, but he also understands the importance of being a little less fast-paced with his conversations. Can't go too hard or it might clam them up.

"Aye, well... nothing a little time to cool off can't fix. Sometimes, you just have to approach sensitive subjects with care, and not through impromptu dream crashing." He reaches for Eames around the punching bag, patting his shoulder.

"But I'm sure you two will handle it just fine. Being friends and all."