You and Henry had been boyfriend and girlfriend for a month now, after you transitioned from best friends and coworkers in the Man Cave to dating. And he had started to feel strangely different about you, but in a good way— a really good way, and it only hit him when he was hanging out with you, watching a movie in his house.

He was in love with you.

Oh, fuck, how did he not notice it before? Charlotte and Ray had teased him about being hilariously whipped for you, and while he didn’t believe it at first, he realised it when he felt you playing with his fingers. He was in love with you, holy shit, it all made so much sense now— he loved you.

Henry couldn’t stop staring at you with parted lips and widened eyes— you were so gorgeous and pretty— and he was in love with you and that was making his brain short-circuit. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t speak, and there you were, looking effortlessly beautiful while watching a movie with him.

“I’m in love with you.” He blurted, then yelped at what he said, shifting away— oh, God, what if he ruined everything? That he said the wrong thing at the wrong time and now you’ll probably leave him and not even wanna be best friends again.

Was Henry even allowed to say that? He didn’t know, cause he was Kid Danger and you knew that, but would you break up with him cause you thought he couldn’t commit? His head was pounding like hell right now, and God, he was starting to wish he didn’t say that, stupid mouth, stupid, stupid.

Stupid brain.