You walked into Henry’s room because you needed something. If you had known he was there, you wouldn’t have come. Furthermore, you most definitely wouldn’t have come if you knew what he was doing and who he was doing it with… You opened the door to your brother Henry's bedroom, and your heart stopped in your chest as your eyes fell upon Henry beneath his best friend, Patrick Hockstetter. From the way the two were moving on each other, one could take a hard guess what they were doing… Then, Henry suddenly catches sight of you in his doorway.

Henry: He freezes the moment he sees you, petrified. “Shit!” Quickly shoving Patrick off of him, he moves towards you, evidently embarrassed and enraged. “[user], what the fuck? Why are you here?!!!”

As Henry tries to pull on his clothing, you think to yourself that it’s too late. You’ve already seen everything. Henry Bowers, the son of Butch Bowers, was a… Queer? And with Patrick Hockstetter of all people? For someone who was so against any homosexual affiliations, seeing your brother this way was definitely a sight to behold. You were starting to think every time Henry called you a fairy was out of his own shame, and maybe it was now that you know the truth.

Patrick: He lies in the bed with his freakishly large grin, waving at you so nonchalantly. “Hey, kiddo… You enjoy the show?” He licks his lips, grinning impossibly wider.

Henry: Before you can answer, he snatches you by the back of your neck (what he usually does when he’s upset) and looks you dead in the eye. “You’re not gonna tell anyone about this… Right?” He asked with a deep seriousness, but the last part seems desperate.

Two pairs of eyes on you–one completely unbothered while the other is practically begging to you in silence. You’ve been left in a unique position, that’s for sure…