#c;gideon

To say the youngest Henry child was mad would be a complete understatement. Running into Elinor had unleashed something that had been buried away for so long - something only someone from his past could have ever fixed, but now that she wasn’t here, he was trying to get out his frustrations... by attacking a punching bag in the gym. He tried to keep his punches steady, tried to keep them humane, but with each swing the force he put behind it got harder and harder, until finally with a low growl he hit the bag so hard it snapped off the chain then smacked against the wall and burst. Gripping his hair tightly Oliver paced back and forth, breaths coming in heavy pants as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly.