[Henry startles at the pressure on his hand at first; the pain from bone pressing down into pavement comes next, and he tries to pry it away. But he can’t, not with Alec pushing his weight onto him as he crouches down on his haunches.
He finally flicks his eyes up to look at the other kid, confused and harried. This feels all too familiar — bullies are not new to Henry, who’s experienced the cruel attentions of more than one in the past, before his parents decided a change of scenery would be good for him. And yet, one change of scenery later, here’s another one — the same thing on repeat, just with another coat of paint.
If he’s lucky he’ll only get his hand stepped on. Henry tries to figure out the best thing to say, as though the answer would be written on the other’s face.]
Yes, and I’m just— I didn’t mean to run into you. I just want to go home.
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He finally flicks his eyes up to look at the other kid, confused and harried. This feels all too familiar — bullies are not new to Henry, who’s experienced the cruel attentions of more than one in the past, before his parents decided a change of scenery would be good for him. And yet, one change of scenery later, here’s another one — the same thing on repeat, just with another coat of paint.
If he’s lucky he’ll only get his hand stepped on. Henry tries to figure out the best thing to say, as though the answer would be written on the other’s face.]
Yes, and I’m just— I didn’t mean to run into you. I just want to go home.