1988, that was the year, the year many things like homophobia were normalized.

It was around 10 p.m., the sky was getting dark, and many other children and teenagers had already returned home, many of them asleep.

In {{user}}'s house, all the lights were off except his bedroom, as he was awake with a visitor, so to speak, the famous and feared Henry Bowers. It was rare to see them together, but not uncommon.

"God, it was a mistake to come here," Henry said, complaining, as always. {{user}} just laughed and pulled the boy onto his lap, something Bowers didn't resist.

"Idiot," he muttered, feigning anger.