From the top! TedXHidgens

Part 8

Ted brought Henry down the corridor. He checked each number next to the doors to make sure he didn't try and unlock the door to someone else's apartment. He stopped at his apartment.
"Here we are," Ted unlocked the door to his apartment," Appartment 369!"
Henry chuckled a little to himself. Ted couldn't decide whether that was adorable or really stupid.
He opened the door to his apartment. He watched Henry's reaction closely. It's not that he wants him to be impressed it's just it'd be cool if Henry likes his apartment.
"Why is there a bar in your apartment?" Henry noticed! "if you have a bar in your house why would you suggest we got to a bar?"
"Well bars have other people. There's also of an atmosphere that a bar has that this place doesn't." Ted just wanted to make sure Henry was comfortable.
"What, an atmosphere of people drinking there problems away?" Henry chuckled. On second thought a bar is definitely not Henry's vibe.
"The bar in your old place was pretty fucking cool. So I decided next place I would live in, if I survived would have a full bar." Ted was pretty proud he convinced the landlord to install a bar. What can he say? He's a charmer.
"This really is a full bar. You even have fucking maraschino cherries." Henry was examining the bar.
"Oh yeah those" Ted almost forgot he bought those, "just paying homage to Bill. I miss the lightweight sometimes."
"Ah yes Bill. Poor fellow. How exactly do cherries relate to Bill? I didn't really know him." Henry looked over at Ted from across the bar.
"Oh he just said that your bar wasn't a full bar because it didn't have cherries. The dork wanted to get waisted on Shirley Temples." Ted was not going to let Bill say that it wasn't a full bar. Well it's not like he's saying much of anything. Singing doesn't count. PEIP was probably in the process of cleaning the remaining infected off the island. They have probably already "disposed" of Bill. Dumbass, he should have just fucking stayed with them. Then he wouldn't be dead and he could fucking apologize to the bastard.
"Two Shirley Temples." Henry has made Shirley Temples. He gave one of them to Ted. "to the less lucky victims of the hatchetfeild 'incident'."
"Cheers." The two me tried to down the Shirley Temples. They are not really drinks for speed drinking. That was not their best idea.
"Fucking PEIP calling it an incident. Like it wasn't a devastating catastrophe. Like it wasn't almost the end of humanity." Henry was just angrily fiddling with the cherry stem. Ted was pretty sure none of the survivors were happy with PEIP, except for maybe Paul, he's a fucking weirdo.
"Fuck PEIP. I still fucking cant believe they almost had us change our names. Like what the fuck difference would that make!" Ted was glad his complaining made a difference. He was not about to let them change his name to Owen. What kind of name is Owen Carvour anyway? Sounds like a name from a spy movie.
The men switched to taking shots.
"I miss hatchetfeild." Ted sighed. Clivesdale was nice, but hatchetfeild was home.
"Ditto. the moment PEIP lets people live there again, I'm moving back." Henry prepared another shot.
""I don't think I can go back" Ted stole Henry's shot, "I feel like I'd just spend every waking hour missing Charlotte, Bill, Melissa, and Mr. Davidson, That fucking psycho. You get what I'm saying?"
Henry seemed to space out.
"That's logical." Henry said mechanically.
"You good man?" Ted put his hand on Henry's shoulder. Henry tensed up.
"Yes I'm perfectly fine." No he's not. Ted decided that he probably should leave that alone.
"Why do you want to go back, anyway?" Ted shifted the topic.
"I miss my house."
Oh
"It was a pretty baller house." Ted wanted to lighten the mood. It didn't work. They both took another shot in the silence.
"How are you holding up?" Henry patter Ted's shoulder lightly.
"Ehhh. Survivors guilt, you know how it is. Charlotte and Bill were much better people then me. They deserved to survive." Ted realized the conversation will probably not be lightening up.
"Ah yes survivors guilt, my dear
old friend." Henry looked down at his drink.
"Old friend?" That doesn't sound great.
"Eh just something that happened in my college days." Henry didn't look up.
"College days." Wasn't Henry's musical very college centric. Like him and his old college buddies. Oh shit  are his college friends fucking dead?
Henry took another drink. He turned to to Ted. "So a date?"
"Is that a problem for you?" Henry was not about to put flirt Ted. Ted got a little closer. Henry started giggling.
"Oh that's no problem." Henry got closer as well. Ted looked down at his lips. They looked soft. No, he's drunk. Bad idea. Ted pulled away.
"You're drunk."
"So are you" Henry giggled. He wasn't that drunk.
"Do you need me to call you a cab." Ted pulled out his phone.
"Boo I don't wanna go home. I could just stay here." Henry was still a giggly mess.
"You can stay here if you don't want to go out at this time of night." Ted put his phone away started cleaning their glasses.
"I'll stay here." Henry tried inching closer to Ted.
"You can sleep in my room. I'll sleep on the couch." Ted put the glasses away and walked away from Henry.
"Aww what a gentleman." Henry batted his eyes.
"Jesus Christ your like a small child." Ted put down the cleaner glasses. Henry has stopped giggling. He was now full on crying. The drunken mess just did a complete 180.
"Holy shit are you ok I didn't mean it like that." Ted rushes over to Henry to make sure he was ok. Henry was not a pretty crier. There was something about crying that just exuded pure sadness.
"They're... go-o-one..." he must be talking about the college guys.
"Henry?" Why does it hurt so much to watch him cry.
"M-m-m-my ... fa-au-lt" Henry sobbed.
All Ted could think to do was hug him. Henry practically clung to Ted. Ted tried to comfort Henry.
"It's ok." Ted decided that Henry should go to sleep. He tried to help Henry up.
With a lot of fucking effort Ted was able to bring Henry into his bedroom. He fucking tucked Henry in and everything. Ted walked over to his couch and laid down. All he could think about was how sad Henry looked.