My Bloody Valentine

HH Manson

Henry smiled brighter once the other said 'Henry', he liked that name so much more then he liked 'Howard', so he was all the more happier when Jackie (who he was still happy had shared his name with him) called him by it. But all the same, he shrugged. He still had to answer the other's question.

"I guess when I was six I wanted to be a firefighter."

He joked, laughing slightly at his own, fairly horrible joke that he had made, but he still laughed. He was comfortable with the situation, and that allowed him to laugh and joke and not really care if he was acting like a child he never truly got to be, but the other seemed uncomfortable. Especially so with himself looking... Naked? It was an odd concept for Henry to grasp, someone being so uncomfortable with nudity, but apparently people, or at least some, were. So, the almost, completely, undressed male tried in vain, to cover up his body, mainly his waist-ish area considering that that was where the sexual organ was for the thing that probably also made him uncomfortable. Well, if one is afraid of nudity, one could highly assume that that one might also be afraid of sex.
He laughed a little when the other handed him his blue jacket, but all the same he accepted it, pulled it on over his head. He shifted slightly so that he could pull it down as far as he could before pushing his knees into the fabric to cover more of his body. He wanted Jackie to be comfortable, but it was also rather cold in the room.

"If you get cold you can have it back, if you want."

Henry offered, but he was fairly certain that the other wouldn't want it back, so he hoped rather that if he did get cold that he would unmake the bed and get under the blanket.

"Also, sorry if I stretch it out,"

he said nodding slightly down at the hoodie he had burrowed into slightly. While still in the jacket, however, he struggled to kick off his high-heeled shoes without taking his arms off from around his legs.