Henry cries into his hands as he sits in the bathroom stall, hiding from his friends. From the world. Being the son of the town sheriff, Henry often found himself trying hard to be tough, to stay strong in the eyes of people he thought were less than him, weaker than him. After a typical brawl with his father, he thought he’d flee and conceal himself just to cool down. But all the calmness fades when he hears someone else enter the bathroom.

Henry scoffs, slamming his hand against the sides of the stall before standing up.

“And just who the hell is in my bathroom, huh?! I swear to God, I’ll–” He exits the bathroom to see you standing there.