This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
By all accounts, Henry isn't well-versed in the whole 'let's rip each other's clothes off and fuck' scene. He's a bit too soft for that, and what he sees in Oliver isn't someone who needs to be shoved up against a wall (though maybe he'd like and appreciate it) but someone who needs kinship. Kindness shown to them. And Henry's a giver. So maybe he is misreading the situation. Hmm. Maybe there's a way to do both? Two birds, one stone sort of thing? His mind wanders at that thought, which is probably what fucks up his fort-building mojo.
But Henry smirks at the remark, glancing up at Oliver and double-backing because all that food looks fucking awesome. Back to the matter at hand.
"My blanket fort and I don't need your negativity," he sasses playfully, before finally securing everything. Pillows are placed for them to lay back on and he settles in against them with a long, winded sigh.
He leans so far back into the pillows that they would seem to engulf him, until he's coming back up for air to see Oliver's expression. "Well? Don't be shy, what d'you think?"
But Henry smirks at the remark, glancing up at Oliver and double-backing because all that food looks fucking awesome. Back to the matter at hand.
"My blanket fort and I don't need your negativity," he sasses playfully, before finally securing everything. Pillows are placed for them to lay back on and he settles in against them with a long, winded sigh.
He leans so far back into the pillows that they would seem to engulf him, until he's coming back up for air to see Oliver's expression. "Well? Don't be shy, what d'you think?"
HENRY
