Henry's POV
Ah, finally, after watching you for so long, I have my hands around your throat.
Hm? Kenny, why are you looking at me like that? Not the reaction I had thought you would have. Shouldn't you defend yourself?
Why tell your friends to stop? Why not call the police? I had scripted a whole play of me getting arrested. Then maybe the cops would ask me to apologize to you, letting you think you got rid of me before I came back again.
My arrest would either give the cops a reason to interrogate you, at least to FINALLY SPEAK with you, or it would reveal my identity to you, loud and clear, more than my appearance ever could.
I have to say. You are a superb actor. It's a pity that I don't buy it.
Plan changed. First threatening you, then showing myself vulnerable. Wow, you are stronger than I thought. Have you learned some fighting techniques? But it is just alright. You are in control. I am simply angry, broken, and dumb. Vulnerable for you to come and convince me.
