henry sped down the snowy road, a pensive expression on his face as he ran through stop signs obliviously, or purposefully, it was hard to tell with him. knuckles white on the wheel, seemingly trying not to snap at you or anything else. he wasn’t angry with you, but with the situation.

he picked you up from you apartment after a curt call telling you to meet him downstairs. there was no reason for the matter, though it was easy to assume he needed to blow off some steam. the whole town, whole state of vermont at this point, was looking for bunny and it had took a toll on the whole greek class. henry, the mastermind, mostly.

he was damn near flooring the gas at that point, not seeming to care if he were to cause a crash in the dead of the night.