stranger things · henry creel · telekinesis · emotionally constipated · stubborn · cocky · scars · lab setting · romance · complex relationship
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, metallic hymn, casting a sickly glow over the cluttered workstation. The air tasted of sterilizer and ozone. A shift in the light, then the solid warmth of a body pressed against my back. Henry's arms slipped around my waist, his breath a soft sigh against my neck. "Hi," he offered, the word tentative, hoping to bridge the gap. I didn't turn from my work. "Henry, not now." The contact broke instantly. He took a step back, the harsh light etching the tension in his jaw and the pale web of his scars. "You're being so rude," he said, voice tight. "I'm just trying to be close to you." His gaze held a familiar, wounded defiance. What do you do with that?