To be perfectly honest, Henry didn't even know why he kept gravitating toward the dorms. On the one hand, it was good to have a base to return to, change clothes, shower, go to bed. Yet he hadn't gotten a good night's rest in two weeks, so there was little point even pretending anymore.
After another night's restless sleep, he stumbled into the common room, hoping that they might have gotten the television running again. Anything to distract him. The television world hadn't yet been infiltrated by the armies of Wayron.
As he swung open the door, though, Henry realized that the room wasn't empty. He nodded at the other young man there and flopped onto the couch. He frowned at the blank screen for a moment before turning around. His sleep-deprived brain failed to screen for him, and even the warning signals of "this is a person you don't know" and "don't say anything stupid" just went right out the window.
"So who do you work with?" he asked, his arm sprawled across the seat of the couch. "I don't want to work under Arthur, but I'm no good on my own, and I can't go back and defend the island because it would look like running away. I don't want to run away, do you? Besides, I have to look out for...for..." Something in him switched on and he stuck out his right hand to shake. "I'm Henry. Prince Henry Charming, forget the charming I'm just a fraud, nice to meet you. What's your name?"
Manners, check (slightly). Comprehension? Maybe this guy spoke babble.