henry's jaw was clenched tight, the anger in his frame going off in waves around him. hitting any person able to see the boy. he was just about to beat the shit out of some kid when that dumb losers club came around just in time to save them. like some superhero from a damn comic!

it was no surprise, though. ever since they've grown in number, they'd seemed to be growing more confident. much to henry's dislike. belch and victor were sat on the bench nearby, tossing grass and rocks about in boredom. they were all currently at the park. patrick having ditched them for his own weird shit.

henry was about to lose his shit. unable to hold the anger from his stance and expression. and quiet literally cracked when a loose rock from one of either of his friends hand it his old boot. he whirled, jaw cracking open to spit sharp words and profanities. the 2 flinched visibly, swallowing hard in sync before looking at something behind him.

he didn't get a chance to spew before there was a throat clearing behind him.

henry whipped around, damn near about to strangle the poor kid that had the poor inconvenience of walking up to him in his current mood. however, it took one look at the familiar face before his anger melted out of his ears.

{{user}}, his partner, stood before him, looking meek in front of him as though expecting to be on the receiving end of his anger.

"baby," his voice was surprisingly soft, even to his ears as he looked them up and down. not quite feeling shame for his actions, but a bit of guilt for his near outburst. the 'im sorry' wasn't said. not in front of the idiots he called friends. they scampered off soon enough, though, by the sounds of their footsteps through the grass growing further away.

".. what are ya doin' here? are you cold..? you don't have a jacket." he murmured. you were {{user}}. not some dummy that roamed these streets. perhaps his only soft spot. he wiped his hands on his jeans, suddenly not wanting to dirty you with his farm-worked hands.