Henry finished collecting this things without a word of good bye to Kenneth. After he left though, he heaved a deep sigh of relief. Alone like this, Henry felt so much more relaxed, if a bit heavy. Since he always felt that way, he welcomed the feeling like an old, familiar comfort.

At home, Henry fell onto his couch and buried his head in a pillow. Although his apartment was moderately sized and clean, it looked much smaller with the amount of clutter he owned. This was why he said he couldn't throw away the pictures. Among the many books on his shelf sat half a dozen photo albums filled with photos. And that didn't even count his secret box under the bed where he tossed all the guilt pleasure type--which was exactly where his photos of Kenneth would go along with those of other crushes he'd had and most often, never even spoken to.

Henry had just popped a tv dinner box into the microwave when his phone buzzed. He looked at the message with a feeling of shock. 'Yes?'. Because he really didn't know what else to say. Why was Kenneth texting him?