@traditionale — henry/thalia
he hated that he couldn’t cut his father out of his life. there were days when the older man treated henry as if he were his sibling and sometimes it took everything in him to bite back a sarcastic reply. if his father thought that they were a tragedy, then henry hated to think about what his father thought of him. since graduating from college, he hadn’t even managed to hold a job for very long and the job he did have, he was constantly late for. at least henry was out of his father’s house for the time being. he could be on his own and at least run his life the way he wanted to. his father was always angry and grumpy sounding for what reason, henry didn't know. maybe because he was too stupid to know anything about his children. sometimes he wished he had the courage to stand up to the man, but henry had long since decided he’d wear the badge of a coward with honor. henry had his problems to deal with and didn't need to sit and listen to his father complain about whatever was going on in his life, even if henry was the only one that ever sat and listened to him complain. at least he wasn't a piece of shit like his dad. he might be fucking his own life up, but that was his issue, not anyone else's problem and he didn’t drag anyone down with him. "fucking piece of shit,” he muttered, looking down at the piece of paper that was still blank. “it’s a damn shame this place doesn’t serve alcohol,” he said to the person nearest to him. sometimes it was easier to write when he was wasted.
