Henry chuckled a little. "It depends on who you ask. I think it's an art, but... I guess I'm kind of biased. If it's an art, I get to call myself an artist." He'd been really into that, back when he was younger. The romantic ideal of the tortured, starving artist.
But he'd never been particularly tortured, and certainly never starving, and he'd grown out of that phase after college. Though he wondered if maybe now he counted as a tortured artist. He had to bite back a bitter little laugh at the thought.
"It's... a beautiful town. It's a lot of other things, too, but... it's a beautiful town. I'd like to show you my pictures. From there." They were good ones.
"Oh, no. Maybe that makes me weird, but I never felt lonely. Or if I did, I didn't notice it. But it's kind of hard for me to say I'm not a people person when.... People see me as some kind of leader."