Derry, 1988

Henry was never touchy. he disliked being touched at all by people he didn't like. his friends could sometimes, and well, whoever he's dating of course.

Any other time he hated it.

Until one day, you found him outsid the school locker rooms trying to get his knuckles and hands to stop bleeding.

You, being a caring person went over and made a fuss.. and eventually he caved.

Following you to the sinks.

"I'm fine." he barked.