"I still haven't decided if that's just him or if it's an Irish thing," Henry said, somewhat speculatively. He got up from the couch and waited for Adam to join him, with or without chips, to adjourn to the kitchen were Henry's laptop was. Henry rather liked the layout of his apartment, since the breakfast bar of the kitchen meant that the whole space was fairly open.

He hated having to have an apartment, all to himself, in a strange and impossible city, a lifetime and dimension away from everything he'd ever known. But at least the layout was alright.