He sat there waiting for another text, but nothing came. Kenneth found himself more disappointed then he'd expected, as if he and Henry were friends. Talking with the photographer had been fun. He was looking forward to seeing Henry again, so he wandered to his closet and rummaged around again. Yes, he'd left garment bags behind, but he still needed to wear something to get there. Once that was done, Kenneth slipped into bed and went to sleep, content with having found potential new friend, and safe in the knowledge that his work tomorrow would of the lighter kind.