“I’m sorry about that,” Henry says quietly, shuffling his feet awkwardly like a boy on a school yard. “Don’t worry about it. Eddie can be a handful, but he’s a sweet guy.” “No. I mean about how I acted. I wasn’t sure what to say, and I kind of panicked. I’ve never really had someone like you.” Even in the low light, I can see the slight reddening in his cheeks. He’s blushing.
