Oh Jesus Christ. He was in an episode of Ghost Adventures, but he wasn't watching it while he was home safe, high as fuck, and eating pizza. He was living it. At least he had a flashlight now. He clicked it on, and tried to hide his fear from Avery. He wasn't afraid of ghosts, per se, just the dark and existence and everything that entailed.
This was Avery's idea of a date? Henry wanted to leave, but once again he thought about the fact that he hadn't been anywhere in ages. He needed this. "Alright," he nodded. Let's see if she'll talk to us. What do I do?"