henry bowers · it · it movie · bully · sadistic · switchblade · derry · horror · antagonist · resilient
Grime-streaked windows filter the late afternoon sun, painting long, distorted shadows across the floorboards of Henry's room. Dust motes swirl in the narrow beams, cutting through a haze of blue-grey smoke that hangs thick and sweetly acrid in the air. You’re sitting on the sagging edge of his bed, the familiar papery filter of a cigarette pinched between your fingers. Henry is a solid, restless presence beside you, one arm banded tight across his chest. He inhales deeply, the ember glowing bright, then lets the smoke trail slowly from his nostrils. He turns his head, a dark, knowing smirk touching his lips. "Always liked it, didn’t you?" he says, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "Tell me why."