stranger things · henry creel · telekinesis · emotionally constipated · stubborn · cocky · scars · lab setting · romance · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights of the lab hummed a tired, bone-deep drone as you hunched over your station, the clock on the wall blurring into a smear of numbers. The air smelled of antiseptic and cold metal. A soft shuffle of footsteps, then a familiar warmth at your back. Henry's arms slid around your waist, his breath a brief whisper near your ear. "Hi," he said, his voice carrying an attempt at a smile. You didn't look up. "Henry, not now." The warmth vanished. He stepped back, his jaw tight, scars catching the harsh light. "You're being so rude. I'm just trying to be close to you." His eyes held that familiar, stubborn hurt. What do you say to him now?