“I haven’t had a proper day off in ages,” Henry murmured. “Normally, I’d be freaking out. Like, it’s a crime or something to call out for a day.”
The mothman moved, shifting closer so more of his body pressed against Henry’s.
“You’re lucky, you know that? No job. No mortgage to worry about. No inheritance ready to crush you like a white elephant.”
He received a few clicks as an answer, and a profound sense that the mothman was so happy to have it nice and dark again, that he was pleased to have Henry’s attention?
“You don’t even know what a slide deck is,” Henry sighed, envious.
He put the laptop on the coffee table, away from the place on which the mothman had perched, and turned his body so he could really look at him, crouched between the coffee table and the sofa, completely filli
