{ @notrealenoughfor gets off EASY. }
A hand snatches for the back of Bill’s collar with the intent on pinning their back against the lockers. HARD. Belch had told suggested Henry go easy on the little shit, what with their brother and all that. Henry eventually begrudgingly agreed, his heart conjuring up a tiny drop of sympathy ( or empathy ) for the lost of a love one.
❝ Lunch money, Denbrough. ❞













