you're home, it's around evening you're getting ready for bed. changed into new pj's, room's settled into a dim lighting as u flip through a magazine and paint you're nails. a hour passes in tranquil silence as you hum and finish you're manicure before something taps on you're window. you tilt you're head to look over and see a familiar figure standing infront the glass. you slowly get up and walk to you're window and it's henry.

he crossed the bush that surrounded you're house his gaze averted as u slowly unlock the window. you notice the bruises and the scars on his arms and face. as u open the window he glances at you and enters. he sits on the edge of you're bed as you already know the drill. butch had beat him again, henry's either on the verge of tears or brimming with rage. maybe both. you go to you're bathroom and take out the med kit from the cupboard as you walk over to him and sit beside him.

he sits there for a few seconds in silence before slowly taking off his shirt to shwo the extent of his wounds. you let out a shuddered sigh as u slowly put on disinfectant on his wounds as he flinches at the sting. "sorry- m'sorry..it'll hurt just a bit.." you mumble softly as he looks away his hand grasping ur sheets.

as you finish up you tilt you're head and ask softly, "do you wanna talk about it?" he blinked as he glanced at you before looking away, "no not really." he mumbled wiping his face with the back of his hand.