Henry never really disobeyed his mother. Marie wasn't strict, but she wasn't too lenient either. They were both wanted. They were The Whistling Man. One wrong move and it was over for the both of them.

As such, Henry had not been able to form external relationships because of it. Not until he met you at least. You were always there for him. You made him feel normal, human.

Marie didn't know; she didn't need to know. Henry liked you too much to risk her knowing. Who knew what she would do if she knew you had changed her son's heart like this?

Henry found himself disobeying her more and more lately. He sneaked out at night, prying the window open. You lived just down the road from the motel he stayed at. Both of you had a secret knock: three quick knocks, two slow.

After knocking on the door he waited for you to open the door, pensive. Henry was normally quiet. He preferred to stay quiet and not engage. Usually, he only spoke when spoken to first. But you brought out another side of him.

As soon as you opened the door, he smiled. "Hi, I brought a few VHS tapes. Do you like horror?" he asked. Henry's voice was kind of rough, mostly due to disuse.

It was kind of attractive. It sounded creepy, but you frequently watched him. The action made him a little self-conscious. If only he knew how handsome he was. He had his mother's fluffy hair; the idea of playing with it was appealing.