NON Sam and max stories (mostly THSC)

Sticks are straight (Until they aren't) (THSC- Henry x Charles)

It was an early morning in the government, and the military's best (well at least most optimistic) helicopter pilot Charles Calvin was walking around the base for no reason in particular.

Suddenly, he walked around a corner, spotting his favorite thief-turned-government-bounty-hunter, Henry J Stickmin, standing and talking to their red haired companion/fellow convict-turned-ally, Ellie Rose.

He noticed Henry wasn't wearing his regular white sweater, just the white t-shirt with a faded logo on it he wore under it at all times, and his arms were on full display.

Charles found himself staring at Henry, not noticing as Ellie shrugged, causing Henry to look a bit down, then smile at her, as if saying, "thanks anyway." before she nodded and walked off.

Henry then noticed Charles staring, smiling and waving at him. This caused Charles to blush a bit and wave back, then turn around and sprint off.

Henry looked a bit confused, then shrugged and walked in the other direction.

Charles leaned back against a wall, clutching his chest and feeling his heart go 90 miles a minute.

"Wow..." he blushed and smiled. "Never seen him without his sweater..."

A little later, Charles was in his room, doodling on some scrap paper he'd found.

He loved to draw him and Henry together as little stick figures. Hugging, kissing, holding hands, all that jazz. (but he always drew his iconic red headphones on himself.)

He was in the middle of drawing a scene of them getting married, with the general as the minister and Ellie as the maid of honor, with the rest of the soldiers clapping and cheering for them.

"Hey Charles?" Henry said as he poked his head through the door.

Charles looked up, then jumped, immediately grabbing the paper and stuffing it in his jacket. "Y-yeah?"

Henry looks worried, walking in, "woah, are you ok?"

Charles smiles and nods, trying to calm down. "N-never better!"

Henry still looks worried but nods. "Okay, if you say so."

He then gestures to himself. "Anyway, have you seen my sweater anywhere? I've looked all over and I can't find it."

Charles stands up. "Where was the last place you had it?"

"In the mess hall. But I've already looked there." Henry replies.

Charles thinks. "Have you tried looking in lost and found?" Henry nods. "Yep, not there either."

Charles then smiles. "Well, maybe you should look again, someone might have found it by now!"

Henry thinks, then nods. "Okay, I'll do that." he turns to leave, smiling. "Thanks Charles!"

Charles smiles back. "No problem!"

Henry walks out, and Charles is left alone again.

Then he gets an idea.

He gets up, following Henry out and spotting him down the hall.

"Henry, wait up!" he says, causing Henry to stop, turning around.

"Yea?" he asks.

Charles was nervous. "H-henry there's... something I need to ask you."

Henry nodded. "Ok?"

Charles takes a deep breath, then looks into Henry's eyes.

"D-do you wanna be more than friends?"