"See you later then," said Kenneth. He was pretty sure the other man lied, but he didn't know about what. Still, if Henry didn't want to hang out that was fine. It just meant more time he could use to get ahead with his work, and more time for reading.

Kenneth realized when he stepped through his front door that he'd forgotten to get his books the day before. There were enough in the shelves lining one of his walls to keep him occupied. He plucked up a few books, set them on a small table and settled down with tea in his reading nook. It was the coziest place in his whole apartment, with soft woolen blankets and a huge pillow set on a large cozy chair.

On impulse, after supper, Kenneth grabbed his phone and sent Henry a text. You read much?