He dreamed as he shifted through the poses, though he seemed like he was focused on Henry. Kenneth's mind wandered, planning his next costume. He loved sewing, creating costumes that embodied the characters he read about, whose lives he lived right along with them. Working where he did meant he got to read books before they ever hit the shelved, and that was his favorite part of the job. It was the sweetest thing for such a voracious reader.

Kenneth slumped from his last pose, and walked right over to Henry. "I'm sorry for teasing you earlier ... I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." He stared at the ground. Shuffled. Kenneth forgot about his shirt until he noticed it hanging from a random stool.