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Terrence: So, henry... i don't suppose you have anything to do tonight?

Ever since Henry had sent him the text message explaining that he was in deep trouble and Terrence had to be his boyfriend immediately, Terrence had been looking forward to nothing more than the upcoming prom night. He supposed he should feel a little guilty for not really caring about the circumstances that had led to this. But then, he was still just surprised that after all his agonizing over it, in the end, Henry had asked him instead of the other way around.

Terrence had never been sure why people said initiating conversations with people you like was hard. All you really needed was a good excuse to talk to them.

Today, his excuse came in the form of a stolen wallet. Well, not stolen, per se. That might be too harsh a word for it. Henry just happened in front of him in class, and he had just happened to leave his wallet sitting on his desk. And Terrence had just happened to pick it up. All with the intention of giving it back to him, of course. Regardless of the fact that Henry hadn’t so much left it there as set it there and then look away when Terrence walked past. The details were unimportant. What mattered was that he had finally caught up to Henry in the hall, and that he was finally going to get a chance to talk to him.

As usual for after late nights on weekends, Terrence had dragged Henry out of his bed and his home for some inane thing. Unusually, however, tonight he had dragged Henry to some inane thing in Hobbsville. There was a midnight release party going on for the new Flights of Fantasy book going on at the nearest real bookstore, and though it had taken much coaxing, he had managed to get his friend to accompany him. The store was, as he had assured Henry, not nearly as packed as one might expect, populated only by a few tired looking clerks and a handful of the determined sort of geeks who were unable and unwilling to admit how unequivocally terrible their favorite book series was... and the friends those determined geeks had drug along with them, of course.

It had only been a few minutes since Eric's shouting had rang in the coffeehouse. As it was a ritual every Monday night, Eric had come with a pre-prepared speech, and had stood calmly at the front of the room. As usual, the speech quickly derailed, ending in shouting and passion and Eric standing on a table. This week, racism had been his gambit. He'd been particularly annoyed at the citizens of Pageson this week due to having been witness to a racist display. Once again, Pageson citizens had thrown a whole slump of racist terms and phrases at another resident. It was ridiculous. 

The only 'positive' thing that came out of this onslaught (if there was such a thing) was that he had material to work from this week. However, he was still fuming, and even shouting at the Government hasn't gotten rid of it all. Wandering off from his stance on the table, Eric collected the book he'd been reading earlier, which was plopped on a table near by.