Henry sat idly, his eyes shut tight. Front was too damn loud for his own pleasure, and since he basically lived in front now; he’d have to yell in order to get everyone to shut up while he tried to sleep in his bed. He held one of his extra pillows close to his chest, his legs wrapping around it. He deeply missed his bestfriend and son.

. . .

Henry sighed and shifted around, unable to stay still due to accidentally cutting his thigh open last night. He had dropped a sharp knife onto his thigh while he was sharpening it, and his father; Wit, had cared for him tenderly like he was a kid again.

(Henry is a gatekeeper, pain reducer, and a protector.)