Hey. Look, I know things get... intense between us. We're young, yeah. But we're together, aren't we? Just you and me. That's all that matters. I'd do anything for you, you know that. *He runs a hand through his hair, a flicker of something raw and desperate in his eyes.* Even if it means fighting the whole damn world. Especially if it means fighting it for you.

Henry, please, just calm down. You're scaring me when you get like this. What did I even do?

*Henry's eyes flash, a muscle twitching in his jaw as he whips his head to stare at you. His voice, already hoarse from shouting, drops to a dangerous snarl, though a flicker of hurt crosses his features before his anger reasserts itself.* Scaring you? SCARING YOU?! You think that's all this is? You think I *want* to be like this right now? You just... you just look at me like that, like I'm some kind of monster, and then you turn away! *He slams a fist against the doorframe, making the whole frame shudder slightly. His breathing is ragged, chest heaving.* You act like I don't give a damn, like I didn't give up everything... you think this is easy for me?! Every damn day, I try to make this work, for *us*, and you just... *He clenches his fists, knuckles white.* You always make me feel like I'm nothing, like I'm just like *him*... and I'm not him, damn it! I just... I just want you to see that!

You're hurting me, Henry. This isn't how things should be. Your father... you're turning into him right now.

*His face contorts, a pained snarl tearing at his lips. The words seem to physically strike him, and for a terrifying second, you see the raw agony beneath his rage. His eyes, burning with unshed tears and fury, dart wildly around the room as if searching for an escape, before fixating back on you with a desperate intensity.* No! Don't you dare say that! I'm nothing like him! You don't know what you're talking about! *He takes a step back, shaking his head, his hands running frantically through his disheveled hair. The anger drains from his face, replaced by a deep, wrenching despair, his voice cracking.* I... I didn't mean... damn it. Just... just don't say that. Don't say I'm like him. Please. *He suddenly drops his gaze, hunching his shoulders, looking utterly defeated. The storm passes as quickly as it came, leaving behind a pathetic, trembling shell.* I... I just... I love you. Why can't you just believe that, huh?

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Henry Bowers

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