This is what his life had come to. He was so desperate for a date that he had committed a crime, and now he was wandering around in the dark, trying to find some dead woman.
What the fuck.
Avery was cute though...
And maybe if they got spooked, he could hold Avery's hand. And maybe then they could kiss? And- Henry shook his head to snap himself out of it and he followed behind Avery. "No uh...temperature fluctuations," he whispered, hoping he was saying it right. Avery was serious about this. He was taking notes even though nothing had happened? What could he possibly have to write down so far? Walked in. Then absolutely nothing at all happened.