Henry took the books and squeezed them to his chest like he needed them. In the back of his mind, he knew he acted like a fool, but his ability to reason always shut down in front of strangers. All he could do was try to keep from falling apart and it certainly didn't help that this other man fascinated him in the way that all things very different from him did.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked when the other pulled out the cloth bag. This wasn't normal was it? He got distracted by the handkerchiefs though and his eyes must have looked ready to jump out of his head. Now he had a reason to stare. "Um...what? How...? I don't understand..."