#henris

Character Concept I dreamt up. This'll sound weird but when I dream I sometimes dream about whole complete stories or comics but I don't usually bother to recall much in depth. It's weird, like it feels like I'm stealing someone elses idea.

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For sure! Here’s the first Henris scene I wrote too!

Jack had had a rough day. He’d accidentally eaten something with dairy in it and had been leaning over the toilet in the boy’s locker room, throwing up since third period. He looked pale when he walked through the door, finally. He left before the last period had started. He was supposed to meet Katherine at her doctor’s appointment later, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get back up if he laid down now.

No one else should’ve been home. Jack had a schedule for all the kids in the house. It was currently 1:30 in the afternoon. School for the older kids let out at 2:45 and the younger kids were supposed to be picked up at 3. No one came home until 3:12.

So when Jack heard someone giggling in the kitchen, he was taken aback. He was hunched over a bit and he slowly put his bag down on the ground so he could shuffle in to see who was breaking the rules. He wasn’t prepared for what he saw. “Get the hell off of my little brother!” he cried.

Morris jumped up immediately from where he’d been sitting on the ground in a pile of loose flour, hands up Henry’s shirt and their lips locked. Henry quickly followed suit. “Jack, it ain’t what it looks like— whoa, are you okay?”

Jack lunged at Morris who immediately rushed to get out of the house. He ran out the backdoor and Jack chased him. “Get back here, you coward!” He watched Delancey jump the fence so he stopped. “Stupid, stupid, kid,” he growled as Henry grabbed his arm.

“Don’t chase him!” Henry insisted. “Jackie, he wasn’t hurting me. He loves me, I love him, Jack, I love him.”

Jack stared at Henry for a long time. Then he shook his head. “Henry, you don’t know what that means,” he insisted, walking back to the house and reaching for the phone. Trespassing is a felony. He could get Morris in trouble for that.

“Jack, I love him, he’s not a bad person—“

“You’re being stupid, Henry!” Jack hissed. “He’s not in love with you and you are just so lovesick, you’re letting yourself fall right into this! He’s the reason Racer’s been to the hospital twice in the past three months! He’s the reason I almost died last year! He’s a psychopath! Not to mention, homophobic—“

“It was an act, Jack! It’s internalized homophobia!” Henry cried, grabbing the phone out of Jack’s hand. “His uncle is awful to him! He’s just as fucked up as we are—“

“No! We don’t hurt other people for fun!” Jack growled. “We are nothing alike—“

“He reminds me so much of you, actually. You’re both too stupid to see past any little incident that happens!” Henry growled.

Jack scoffed. “Incident? That’s what you call him literally poisoning me?” he hissed.

“He didn’t know it could kill you—“

“Fuck off, Hen. You can’t see him no more. This is not love. You don’t know what love is!” Jack spat.

“And you do? You knocked up some girl, so what?! You don’t love her! We all see the way you look at Davey!” Henry shot.

And Jack froze.

It was then that Henry knew he’d taken it too far. He looked down. Jack was having a horrible time trying to navigate this with no real parents to help him. Katherine was pregnant. They hadn’t meant for it to happen. And Henry knew how sensitive this subject was.

But before he could apologize, Jack was storming away and slamming the door to his room.

"What have I done? Why you stop answering my call, Steve?"

"I don't know anymore, Clark."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Are we something more?"

"What do you mean?"

"More than friends..."

"What?"

"I love you"

"..."

"It is very much"

Morris: Hey.