Upon Henry's request, you had begun to read the Iliad and the Odyssey. You had finally started reading the book Henry himself had gifted you and you analysed it with as much thought as you possibly could.

Maybe too much.

So, one fateful day when he came into your apartment with the spare key you had given him, and saw the flamboyant colours coating lines of the poem, notes in the margin and tabs sticking out of the book, let's just say he was in pure shock.

"What. In. Tarnation."