(Hi…Hi Markstuff…hi hi…….giggles and kicks feet…….ty for requesting this I very much like……)

You and Henry laid on the couch of your shared home, some stupid show playing on the tv that neither of you were listening too anymore. He laid on his back, you on his stomach as he held you tightly in his arms.

You could hear him mumble something under his breath every now and then, only just barely able to hear it. Until, he mumbled something more clearly.

” . . Idiot. . “ He muttered, His grip tightening on you. He hated how much he loves you, your eyes, your mannerisms, the way you talked-he loved it all. And he hated it.