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REG ✉️️ HENRY
Henry: You know me, I like steak and potatoes and microwave dinners.
Henry: And beer.
Reg: I got you. There's a diner about two miles from here. We can go there. They've got all that.
Reg: I'm feelin a burger and a milkshake myself. We'll be good to go there. I'll be back in 10?
REG ✉️️ HENRY
Henry: Sounds good to me. Did you have somethin in mind?
Reg: Whatever you want. What're you up for?
REG ✉️️ HENRY
Reg: Yo. Let's go grab some dinner.
henryfcknbowers:
There were a few things that Henry noticed as he listened to Reg talk. One of those things being the lack of people around, which he was grateful for. If someone bumped into him, he might stab them too at this point. His nerves were raw and he was paranoid on top of the usual angry. He also noticed that Reg was smiling at him, the lady smiled back at them, and there was no punching going on. Part of Henry had almost hoped that he’d push Reg to the point where they’d end up in a brawl, for a lot of reasons that had nothing to do with his old friend.
“The fuck is she smilin’ at?” Henry bristled and spat on the ground in her general direction. It was nowhere near close enough to hit her, even if she hadn’t been inside of a ticket booth. “Who does she think I am?” His heart was racing again. “And what about you? You text a big game.”
But he missed Reg. Deep down he understood, even if his own selfishness couldn’t let him admit that even to himself. He wanted to leave too, things would have been a lot better for a lot of people if Reg had taken Henry with him instead of leaving him alone on that farm. So despite all of his own big talk, he followed Reg into the carnival, feeling like everyone was looking at him. “You wanna get me in your shower, huh? You sayin’ I stink or you tryna get a look in?”
**
Reg’s eyes followed Henry’s as he shot a glare at the girl in the ticket booth, shaking his head as he did his best to suppress a grin. “She’s smiling as a way to let me know you’re alright to come in. She knows you’re with me.” Henry’s next words took Reg a bit off-guard, although they shouldn’t have. They were exactly what he should have been expecting, in fact. In the back of his mind, he knew his disappearing act wouldn’t come without consequences, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise. Henry needed to re-assert his dominance, to remind Reg that just because he’d gotten a hair up his ass, nothing in their dynamic had changed. “I’m tellin you the truth, Hen.” Reg sighed, pulling a cigarette from the pack in his front pocket before lighting it and passing it to Henry. “I get why you don’t think that. But stick around long enough, and you’ll see.”
Despite everything, it comforted Reg to know that Henry was following him, looking around at everything and everyone as they went about their days. In a way it felt strange, having Henry here. Not because of him, though, but because Reg suddenly felt the need to prove himself, to prove that he hadn’t run from everything he’d ever known and loved for nothing. He chuckled at Henry’s words, turning to face the other as he pulled out a cigarette for himself. “Don’t go gettin’ any ideas, now. I offered because you’ve got blood in your hair, and a little on your face. But, if that’s the look you’re goin for, man, be my guest.”
henryfcknbowers:
i see you {henreg}
Reading through the text, Henry struggled to come to terms with the words that were written in front of his face while also knowing everything that he knew about himself, his own life, and what he had been through and learned from it all. His mind was a fucked up, twisted place and the wheels turned very slowly around this because at this point Henry was barely holding himself together. He couldn’t even hitchhike to get here because he scared everyone he got close to. His slipping sanity was further gone than Reg had ever seen before.
When he read those final words he stood taller, looking side to side with a paranoid, buggy look in his eyes as he shoved his phone in his dirty jeans. They’d been bought for him years ago so they had all the wear of a growing man that worked on the farm and they would have fit better before his last growth spurt. Still, he was smaller than Reg would have remembered him to be. Thinner. There was still some blood in his hair too and signs that he hadn’t learned how to shower properly since they’d parted ways either.
His eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed in that all to familiar glare that he wore more often than not. Then the look was gone. A thousand things to say crossed his mind but all that came out was, “So?”
Reg had known it would be hard when he left, on both sides of the fence. But, after what had happened, and everything he’d done, in the moment he’d felt as though he didn’t have another option. He’d known Henry was upset, that fact ate at him day and night, and was always in the back of his mind. But, at the juncture he’d managed to find himself at, he’d had to do something drastic. Doing his best to keep in touch, to call and text, had only seemed to make the situation worse, no matter how hard he tried to repair things. Reg was certain Henry Bowers might never trust him again, and that wrecked him more than anything else could have. He didn’t show it, though, carrying on as he always did, feeling lonelier than he ever had, in an unfamiliar place with no friends, and no one to lean on but himself. He’d made out pretty well with the Carnival, but when the call came from Henry, Reg prepared himself to leave everything he’d built here behind, to return to the one place he swore he never would again.
Then, the idea occurred to him that Henry could come to the Carnival, and suddenly things began to fall more into place than they had since Reg had left. Henry needed to get out, and Reg had that option for him, ready and waiting. Though, judging by the tone of the man’s texts, their reunion wasn’t going to be as seamless as Reginald had dared hope. That was just fine for Reg, though; he had nearly a lifetime of experience with Henry, and he was sure he could help the other adjust to life in the Carnival quickly. Really, he saw this as the best chance Henry might have ever gotten. Though he had the sneakig suspicion that even he wasn’t aware of the extent of Butch Bowers’ torment, he knew enough to know that deep down, Henry Bowers was just looking to belong somewhere. To be wanted somewhere. And for all it was worth, Reginald couldn’t stop himself from thinking that maybe this was it.
As he approached, it dawned on Reg that Henry looked rough, for lack of a better word. Emotions swirled inside him as he considered what he might say, and how he might go about convincing the other to accept the help he was offering. More than anything, he just wanted to take care of him. “So...” Reg sighed, closing the distance between himself and Henry. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he glanced at the woman running the ticket booth, nodding first towards Henry, then the Carnival behind them, indicating that the man was with him. Her small smile told him she understood and he turned on his heel, motioning for Henry to follow. It was early, the sun having just barely cracked the clouds, so no Carnival-goers had arrived yet. The only people around were Reg’s ‘co-workers’- carnies, maintenance staff, and performers, all milling about, setting things up for the day and seeking out breakfast. “We can go to my place.” Reg said, heading for the row of staff trailers and tents taking up space at the very back of the Carnival. “It ain’t much, but it’s a roof. You can get showered, I’ll get a meal in ya, and we can talk.”
TEXT: HENRY ✉️️ BELCH
Henry: Yeah, but you were still gone though. Everyone else left too. 'Cept for Pat, they locked him up Juniper Hill so same end game, really. What in this fucked up world isn't bad, Reg? Things don't just get better. I don't trust it. I ain't ever gonna have anythin' as good as you're chalkin' this place up to be. You know it.
Henry: Yeah, maybe I do. So what?
Reg: And let me guess, you ain't never gonna let me live it down, huh? Pat...Fuck. Some shit ain't, I guess. Yeah, not there. But what if they could, though. I'm not askin' you to believe me totally, you'll see for yourself. I'm just askin you to consider 'what if'. That's alright. I didn't either at first. Do I know that?
Reg: Alright smartass. Guess I'll just have to show ya. I see you.
TEXT: HENRY ✉️️ BELCH
Henry: You say that, but everyone leaves. You already did once. I guess this place is it for me. I ain't got nowhere else to go and two toes in town and I'll end up behind bars-- it was /hell/ gettin' here, I'm all over the news. Cop killer.
Henry: What are you gonna do about it?
Reg: I didn't abandon you, though. And I would think you of all people woulda realized why I had to get the fuck outta dodge. I called, though. I didn't abandon you. I wouldn't. You say this shit like it's a bad thing. But like I said, this shit ain't bad. The people are chill, you get a paycheck, food, and a roof. And, the travellin' ain't bad either. More than we woulda got to do sittin on our asses in Derry.
Reg: You wanna find out?
TEXT: HENRY ✉️️ BELCH
Henry: How soon 'til you leave again, though? I'm fine. It's fine. I'm together.
Henry: Yeah.
Reg: I ain't goin nowhere, Henry. This place ain't a bad hideout. No one asks questions. No one cares. I can get you a job here, find somethin for you. Then, when we move, you move with us. Simple.
Reg: Don't 'yeah' me.
TEXT: HENRY ✉️️ BELCH
Henry: How am I s'posed to not worry? I fuckin' killed him, Reg. I fuckin' killed him. Holy fuckin' shit, I fuckin' killed him.
Reg: Any other time you know I wouldn't say this, but trust me. You'll be fine. You're here now. With me. But you can't talk like that. You gotta keep it together, man. At least til we get back to my place.
Reg: It's gonna be okay.
TEXT: HENRY ✉️️ BELCH
Henry: I thought about it, but the cops are /really/ after me. I barely made it here. I ain't gonna last out there on my own. I won't go to prison. I won't let them lock me up.
Henry: At the entrance. You need a ticket to get in and I ain't got any cash.
Reg: Shit. I got ya. I'm comin. You'll be safe here.
Reg: Don't worry about it.
TEXT: HENRY ✉️️ BELCH
Henry: The fuck else was I gonna go?
Reg: Fuck, man, I...Shit I'm real glad you came. I was worried you'd just run.
Reg: It'll be easier if you tell me where you are, I'll come get ya.
TEXT: HENRY ✉️️ BELCH
Henry: Yo, where the fuck are ya?
Reg: Henry? The fuck? I'm with the Carnival, man. I think we're in San Fran.
Reg: Wait...You're on the- dude, are you /here/? Like, here /here/?