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Henry frowned deeply in irritation as he walked up the stairs to Bendy's (he still refused to call him Benjamin) nursery. Joey wasn't in class that day, seeing as he had a doctors appointment to try and fit him with leg braces. In his absence Henry couldn't help but overhear the louder the usual comments his classmates made about his best friend, and they angered him.

Yet he said nothing, not wanting to pick a fight. So he sat, all day, stewing quietly in his anger and irritation, and wishing he had the guts to speak up on Joey's behalf. On top of that, because he was concentrating on keeping his temper in check he wasn't paying as much attention as he should of been to his teacher, eventually leading him being called out on his inattention and causing his classmates to laugh at him.

That's why the moment he arrived home from school he immediately sought Bendy, the only person who wouldn't pester him about his day once they saw he was in a fowl mood. He wasn't in the mood for anything but silence. Which was always found around this time of day with his brother, who was either napping or just playing quietly in his nursery with Auntie Clara. It was lucky for him that Bendy was sleeping soundly in his bed that day, his Aunt reading in the nearby rocking chair.

Upon his entrance Aunt Clara looked up from her book with a smile, which slightly fell at Henry's discontent. Wordless she stood and walked towards the boy. Henry took a deep breathe, preparing himself for questions, but only received a hug, kiss, and a welcome home before the lady of the house walked down the hall and into another room. Henry sighed in relief, knowing that his Aunt believed him responsible enough to be in the room with Bendy alone, which is something he did a lot.

With practiced ease, Henry sat crossed legged on the rocking chair, barely moving it, took out the fancy sketch book that Joey gave him for his seventh birthday from his book bag and began to doodle. Slowly the stress of his day relaxed as he did two of his favorite things; drawing and being with Bendy.

Young Henry utterly adored spending time with his younger brother. Whenever he wasn't with Joey, the rest of his family, or exploring the mansion, the boy could almost always be found within the vicinity of the infant. He didn't care that the child didn't interact with him much yet, just being near him would brighten up Henry's day and calm him in his times of distress.

Often times Henry could be found just talking to his brother, drawing whatever he pleased as he did so. It didn't matter if Bendy was asleep, eating, or throwing a fit, Henry was usually always nearby yammering away.

For the longest time, perhaps a few months after Bendy's first birthday, the Udall's and Boris's thought nothing of it. Then they realized just how much time Henry spent with the baby and they began to worry.

At seven years of age Henry only spent time with one child in his age group outside of school, the rest of it he spent with his family, who were all way older than him.

When asked why he didn't hang out with other kids his age Henry would always say, "They were boring," or that, "they didn't like art like him."

The first statement was truth, to Henry all the kids in his class, in his school really, weren't as interesting as Joey. The second statement, on the other hand, was false. There were plenty of kids who enjoyed drawing like him and the youngest Drew, but none of that mattered due to the way they treated and talked about his best friend. Henry didn't want to be near around people like that any longer then he had to.

Regardless of the fact that Henry didn't have many friends, the boy enjoyed how he spent his times.

And, besides, when he hung out with Bendy, Henry couldn't help but feel just a little better closer to his mother. It always felt like she was there, watching over them, just like an angel from above always does.

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