"Well, you kind of start missing furniture after a while...." At least Eileen had taken the comment in good stride. And... was joking back? He leaned against the wall, crossing his ankles and fidgeting needlessly with his camera.
"It's okay to be 'just' something, I think," he explained, since he thought maybe Eileen thought he was looking down on himself, or something. "I... well, last time I was anything more than just Henry Townshend, it wasn't exactly a great time. I'm okay being just Henry. Or... I don't know, I guess now I'm Heavenly Warrior Henry, or something." Which sounded ridiculous, but he wasn't exactly a master at clever quips.
"I'm not worried about it. I'm only twenty six, I have time to figure all that stuff out. And... work on figuring it out, not just think about it."