[It's some manner of loneliness, though, again, the word is one that Henry still will not humor in his own head. Pride, a degree of self-awareness he doesn't possesses, denial; maybe it's all of the above. Still, it's enough to draw a parallel, yet different enough in experiences--as she says--that still affords Henry some distant comfort.
He has no reply. He only shakes his head, though have no doubt he's considered what she's said in his head at least more than once over.
And then he stands, turning to face her and looking at where she's indicated.]
...Sure. [Why not, he supposes.] Is it a personal project, or...?
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He has no reply. He only shakes his head, though have no doubt he's considered what she's said in his head at least more than once over.
And then he stands, turning to face her and looking at where she's indicated.]
...Sure. [Why not, he supposes.] Is it a personal project, or...?