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Catching up with Henry [Part 3/3] [Present Day]

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Can you believe I saw the beautiful St. Roch today in all its polar exploration glory? She was the first ship to sail the Northwest Passage west to east under Henry Larsen AND I SAW HER AND WENT ABOARD IRL!!!!

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R.C.M.P. ship St. Roch at Evans, Coleman and Evans dock C.H.M. Smith, circa 1929 City of Vancouver Archives Reference code AM54-S4-: Bo N243

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Catching up with Henry [Part 2/3] [7 years ago]

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[Phone ringing]

Henry: Hello? Ezra: Hi. How are you? Henry: I’m good. How are you? It’s been a while. Ezra: I know. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to call you back. But I have some news.

Henry: Well, don’t keep me in suspense. Ezra: Iris had the baby last night. We have a son. Henry: Oh my—That’s amazing! Congratulations! Ezra: Thank you. Henry: How’s Iris? She doing okay? Ezra: Yeah, she’s fine. She’s resting now. Henry: Good.

Henry: So, what’s his name? Ezra: … [deep breath] Noah. Henry: Oh. Wow. That’s… perfect. Ezra: Yeah. I just… you know. Henry: I know. He would’ve been so happy. Ezra: … Henry: I’m really happy for you. Ezra: Thank you. Henry: Send me pictures, okay? Lots of them. Ezra: [laughs] I will.

Henry: How’s the rest of the family? How’s… um… everyone? Ezra: Just ask what you really want to ask, Henry. Henry: If you already know, then can you just tell me without me having to say it out loud? Ezra: [laughs] No. Henry: [sighs] How’s Atlas?

Ezra: Really good. He and Asher moved to San Sequoia. They have twin infants of their own now. Henry: No way. That’s so great! Ezra: Do you want me to tell him you asked about him? That you said hi? Or anything? Henry: No no no. Please don’t. I don’t want to make things weird. I’m just happy he’s happy. Ezra: Okay.

Ezra: So, what’s new with you? Henry: Uhh... yeah... n-not much. You know. Gardening. Animals. Same old.

Ezra: Uh-huh. What are you hiding? Henry: Nothing! I just… there’s… I… It’s nothing. Probably. Look, I don’t want to jinx it by talking about it, so just let it go, okay?

Ezra: Did you meet someone? Henry: What did I just say? Ezra: You did. And you like him.

Henry: I’m hanging up now. Ezra: Wait! What’s his name?

Henry: [sighs] Sam. And it’s only been a couple of weeks, so it’s really nothing. Yet. Maybe. I don’t know. I’ll tell you more when there’s something to tell.

Ezra: Alright. Just as long as you promise me one thing. Henry: What’s that? Ezra: I get to be your best man.

Henry: Goodbye Ezra. Ezra: [laughing] Bye Henry.

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Catching up with Henry [Part 1/3] [7 years ago]

We're taking detour this week to catch up with Henry. A special thank you to @ravingsockmonkey for asking about him and inspiring me to pay him a visit 💖

The last we saw of Henry he had settled down in Henford and was quickly befriended by Ian Moody and Derek McMillan – The best thing that could’ve happened to him honestly.

For a long time, Henry was apprehensive about dating. So, he focused on himself. His garden. His animals. And he settled into his new life.

He was happy.

But after a while, he started to feel like something was missing. He wanted someone to share this life with. So, he decided to start putting himself out there.

Much to his disappointment, though, no one in town really caught his eye. There were some nice guys. A few of them attractive even. But there was never that spark. The one that gave him butterflies in his stomach, and made his knees weak, and filled him with a mix of nervousness and excitement and desire. That’s what he wanted. He wanted to feel what a certain someone had once made him feel. Long ago. And he wasn’t going to settle for less.

He was nearly ready to give up when someone new moved in down the road. He showed up at the lake where Henry liked to swim on warm days. Eye contact. And a smile. Heart pounding.

“Nice day,” the man said. Henry nodded enthusiastically, a smile spreading across his face far too wide for mundane small talk, “Yes. Beautiful.” But he wasn’t talking about the sunny weather. “I’m Sam.” “Henry.” “Nice to meet you, Henry. I’ll see you around.”

Henry wanted to catch up with him. To strike up a conversation and get to know him. But he was unable to do more than watch him walk away because he suddenly couldn’t remember how swimming worked.

The next day, Sam came by the lake again.

He spotted Henry off to the side, moving his body in a way that appeared to be something adjacent to dancing. Alone. With no music.

Sam looked around, unsure if he should be amused or concerned.

And then he saw the wild rabbit at Henry’s feet, bouncing excitedly before turning over on its back for Henry to rub its belly.

Sam was intrigued by this tall, goofy, yet surprisingly sweet man with the terrible barely-there mustache and pale blue eyes that lit up when looked over and caught him staring.

“Nice moves,” Sam joked.

Henry laughed, a flush of red creeping up his neck to his ears. “What can I say? He loves it,” he said, indicating toward the rabbit.

“Are you sure he’s not just mocking you?”

“Oh, I’m certain he is.”

The two talked for hours that day, the conversation flowing easily from one topic to the next.

Henry learned that Sam was originally from Henford. He left after high school to complete a Language and Literature degree at Brightchester University and then settled down in Windenburg.

He returned to Henford to help his aging parents with their large farm. They were still active and in relatively good health, but his dad had had a fall recently. He was okay, but it made Sam worry. Being a writer, he could technically work from anywhere, and he hoped a change of scenery would bring renewed inspiration. So, he packed up and moved back to his hometown.

Henry told Sam about the religious small town and family he left behind. The only family he had now was Ian and Derek up the road, and his best friend who lived in Brindleton Bay. Though, his mother would secretly call when she could to check on him, which he appreciated since they’d always been close.

They enjoyed each other’s company so much, they agreed to meet for a drink the following day…

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Back to the Present Day...

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Dawn: I’m gonna miss this. Atlas: What? Dawn: This spot by the water. It's so peaceful. Do you think they have anything like this near Foxbury? Atlas: [shrugs] I don’t know.

Dawn: Is there anything you’re going to miss? Atlas: No. Dawn: Really? Not one little thing? Atlas: Nothing.

Henry: Hey. Atlas: Hi. Henry: Can we go somewhere? Atlas: Sure.

Atlas: This is far enough. Where were you yesterday? Henry: I’m not going with you. Atlas: Wh- Why?

Henry: I can’t give up my life for you, Atlas. You’re asking me to turn my back on God and my family. It isn’t right, and I won’t let you manipulate me any longer.

Atlas: Manipulate? You talked to Ezra, didn’t you? This is him talking. It’s not you. Henry: It IS me. He just helped me see what I’ve been blind to this whole time.

Atlas: Please don’t do this. I love you. And I know you love me too. Henry: NOOO! No. This isn’t love.

Henry: Whatever this was, whatever I thought we had, it was an illusion. And it’s over.

Atlas: You don’t mean that. Henry: I do. I never want to speak to you again. Understand? Atlas: [nods]

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Atlas: Ezra? Ezra: … Hi Atlas. Atlas: What are you doing here? Ezra: I was wrong. About everything. I’m so sorry.

Atlas: I can’t do this right now. I have to go. Asher: Shit. Iris, are you good? Iris: Yes, go.

Iris: What the hell was that about? Ezra: Long story. But we have more important things to talk about.

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TW: Bullying; Homophobia

🎶The Modern Age by The Strokes🎶

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*Who's Henry? - I think the only time he's mentioned is at the end of this post

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The Modern Age by The Strokes

Up on a hill is where we begin This little story, a long time ago Stop to pretend, stop pretending It seems this game is simply never-ending

Coach: Stephens!

Coach: You can stop now. Go get showered with the rest of the team, you don’t want to be late for class. Atlas: Yes, sir.

Coach: Good work today. Atlas: Thank you, sir.

Work hard and say it’s easy Do it just to please me Tomorrow will be different So this is why I’m leaving

Student A: Do you think it’s true? Student B: Probably. I always knew there was something wrong with him. Student C: Me too. He’s always been such a—

Bully A: Freak. Bully B: HA HA HA

Dawn: Are you okay? Atlas: I’m fine. I don’t need your help.

Dawn: Atlas… Atlas: I’ll see you in class.

Dawn: Everyone’s being so awful. Are you sure you’re okay? Atlas: It’s fine. They don’t matter. We won’t be here much longer anyway.

Dawn: Are you coming home? Atlas: Not yet. I’m going to the library to study. Dawn: You don’t have to lie to me.

Atlas: I know. Don’t think of it as lying. Think of it as code, in case anyone overhears. Dawn: [nods] Okay.

Atlas: I’ll be home in time for dinner. Dawn: Bye.

???: Hey Stephens!

Atlas: [gasps] Henry: What do you think you’re doing?

Atlas: You scared the crap out of me. Henry: No kidding. You should’ve seen your face.

Henry: I’m glad you’re here. I wasn’t sure you’d show up. Atlas: We need to talk. Let’s get inside before someone sees us.

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TW: Religious themes; Homophobia

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Ezra: Why are you so quiet today? Henry: No reason. Ezra: You’re lying to me. Why?

Henry: If I tell you, do you promise not to tell anyone? Ezra: This is about Atlas, isn’t it?

Henry. Promise me. Ezra: Okay. I promise. This conversation stays between us. No matter what. Henry: We’re leaving. We’re going away to college. Somewhere we can be together. For real.

Ezra: Oh Henry. This is so much worse than I thought. Henry: You don’t understand. We’re in love. I love him, and I don’t want to stay here and live a life where I’m told that’s wrong. Where I’m forced to be someone I’m not. I refuse to believe that’s what God would want for me.

Ezra: Don’t you see what’s happening? Henry: I do. I’m not sure you do. Ezra: Henry, you’re being tested. You’re at a fork in the road, faced with a decision that will determine the fate of your soul. And I’m afraid for you.

Henry: No— Ezra: If you leave, there’s no coming back. You will be sentencing your soul to the Fire for betraying God, not to mention your family. This will break your mother’s heart. Is that what you want? Henry: Of course not, but…

Ezra: Let me put it this way: What would you tell me if Chrissy wanted me to do something that would tear my family apart? If she wanted me to turn my back on my friends, to give up my whole life for her. What would you say to me?

Henry: That’s different. Ezra: Is it?

Ezra: You know as well as I do, that’s not love. Atlas doesn’t love you. He wants to destroy your life and steal your soul because that’s what people like him do. Henry: People like him?

Ezra: Yes. He acts all innocent and harmless, but he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I know it’s hard to hear, but I will always tell you the truth. You’re my best friend, I have always been there for you, I’ve kept your secrets, and I always will. No one ever has to know about any of this because you’ve been given an opportunity to set things right. To prove you are worthy. Let Atlas leave. Once he’s gone, you’ll be free from his temptations and lies. Your sins of the last year will be forgiven, and you’ll be free to live the life you’re meant to.

Ezra: Please Henry, I’m begging you, do the right thing.