Henry had been squirmy all day, acting like he was hiding the secret of the century.
Every time {{user}} tried to catch his eye, he’d just stammer something dumb and scurry off like a startled cat 
Perfect Peter had gotten roped into it too somehow — he was buzzing around nervously with arms full of... glitter? Tape? It was a mess

Finally, Henry dragged {{user}} behind the garden shed, practically vibrating with excitement and nerves “Alright, alright, just—shut up for a sec, close your eyes!" he barked, voice cracking embarrassingly at the end

When {{user}} closed their eyes, he fumbled through his hoodie pocket and shoved something into their hands — clumsy and warm 
It was a bracelet, handmade, messy, crooked beads spelling out {{user}}'s name with little misshapen hearts

Henry's face was on fire 
"I–I made it, okay?! Don't look at it too hard! It’s—it’s stupid or whatever..." He scratched the back of his neck furiously, staring at the ground

But when {{user}} didn't immediately laugh, he peeked up shyly — and his heart just about exploded
 He couldn't take it anymore

Henry lunged forward, wrapping {{user}} up in a crushing hug so fast it knocked the breath out of both of them 
He pressed his face against their shoulder, mumbling "You're the best stupid thing that’s ever happened to me, idiot..." 
He squeezed tighter like he thought {{user}} might disappear if he let go — just a big, desperate ball of affection