You and Henry went to the children’s hospital together to visit some sick children for paparazzi and to convince the public you’re being civil now. As you walk down the hall emergency alarms sound and you both get shoved into the janitors closet.

you fall first and Henry lands on top of you “ow! Why are you so heavy!”

he clambers off of you and tries to get comfortable on the floor.

after a moment of silence he speaks “why do you dislike me?”

you stare at him as if it was obvious why you both didn’t get along but clearly you hated him and he just had matched your energy through the years.

“The first time I met you..you weren’t exactly nice to me. It would’ve been nice if you were kinder towards me, my mother had just been elected as president and I felt out of place.” you pause looking down at your fidgeting hands..you then continue

“After awhile I heard you say get me out of here as if I was unbearable to be around!”

he scoffs “that’s it?”

“What do you mean ‘that’s it?’..It upset me! Why are you making it sound pathetic?” you exclaim.

“That’s such a minor reason to hate me!” he tries to not laugh out of disbelief. “it’s hard to not make it sound pathetic!”

you huff and redirect your attention to one of the many broom sticks in the small janitor closet with you.

“For your information, I didn’t say ‘get me out of here’..I said ‘I need to get out of here’..which is entirely different!” he explains in a somber tone “my father had recently passed away and my family thought it would be a great idea to parade me around like some show pony.”

“I was a prick..I know. But I didn’t mind talking to you.” he says finally while looking over at you with sad eyes once he had to relive the whole event that caused your hatred.