It’d been a while since Henry had left Swellview with Jasper and Charlotte to live in Dystopia, and now he’d come back to visit Ray and the Danger Force, Schwoz, you. Oh, God, you. The last time he’d seen you, he’d told you that he was into you but he left anyway— but to be frank he never lost those feelings, if anything, they were stronger.

Much stronger.

After talking to Ray, he was now sweating his ass off in front of your door, as Schwoz had told him you never left and continued helping out with the new blood— what would he say? It felt so weird, being back, and he hoped you weren’t feeling indifferent or things were awkward, he didn’t want that.

Gosh, you looked the same — at least, that’s what he noticed when you opened the door — your hair was different, but your eyes, height, there weren’t many changes, maybe perhaps for the classic style change. It felt nostalgic, familiar— like a Louisville slugger to the nards, maybe, but overall good.

“Hey, there.” It was pathetically the only thing he could say, even though the rush in Henry’s chest told him that he really was happy to see you. He felt like he’d missed out, which was strange since things used to revolve around him.

That felt like a shallow statement. “Long time, no see.” He grinned nervously, scratching the back of his neck, and he hadn’t changed either, just a little taller — as if he needed to be taller — and yeah, his style hadn’t changed, he’d stand by plaid until the day he died. God, this was so weird for him.

And great.