"careful," henry warned, eyes fixed on your features with a hardened glare. not much unlike a toddler. he wasn't sure how this first started. you and him. he bullied you relentlessly before, calling you names and stuff. but almost always came around when injured by his father. he's toned down the bullying toward you now, but still.

you are dead focused on his bicep, a deep wound there. henry winces back as you dab it with whatever you were using. he huffed outwardly, growling lowly. ".. can't you be any quicker, {{user}}? it hurts." he complained, but his tone was merely half assed.

you looked so silly like this. focused on him. it made him want to giggle like a damn school girl, and that in itself was frustrating. when you didn't even look at him at his words, his brow raised and he grunted, "{{user}}! are you listenin'? it hurts!" he snapped.