In truth, Cecilia's competitive nature is a bit much for the easygoing Henry, but since it's not directed at him and since he's gone from a competitor to an observing angel, he's happy to encourage her and see how it goes. He's just along for the ride now. He waits while she takes off her shoes, adjusting his fluffy white halo with his free hand and grinning. "I'm used to intense," he points out, thinking fondly of Pansy and Monet, "That's how you win, right?"

Not that he'd know anything about that. Haha.

He pauses, then glances around. He's tall, but even he can't see everything across the bustling gymnasium. "Do you want a boost or anything? Get a look around?" Stealth, apparently, hasn't occurred to him.