<div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/Hank_avi.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Henry Stuart<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Stables<br/><strong>With:</strong>Jennings<br/><strong>When:</strong>Quarter after 2pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Thinking about life<br/><hr/><br/>Hank sat down, slumping in the chair as he took the cup and downed it, then poured another. “Never trust the ones you love.” He said quietly. “Especially if you become a Duke..they will never be what you think.” He said as he downed his cup a second time.<br/><br/>“Have you ever loved someone that you couldn't have, then you got them and it was wonderful, or you thought it was wonderful until you find out the person you love is not as you thought they were, that they are not what you thought at all and now you are not sure if you truly love them or you are so hurt that you wonder if you should just ride off and leave her for Hell, because that is where God will put her for her transgressions?”  Hank wasn't sure if he was making sense, but he wasn't sure he cared anymore either.