Henry nearly burnt himself trying to take the plastic wrap off his meal and squeaked out a mild curse. His mother would throw a fit if she heard even that. Sighing, he stuck his finger in his mouth and looked at his phone again. His heart started to race earlier and hoped dearly it wasn't Kenneth related. Oh right, he needed to answer. 'Oh. Okay. I like Legolas.' He didn't say so, but Henry had a soft spot for fantasy genre, probably something to do with escapism. He took his dinner back to the couch and sat down crosslegged with it in his lap. It was weird to be texting anyone right now, but surprisingly enough, he wasn't freaking out as bad now. Maybe if he just kept from seeing Kenneth in person, he would be alright.