[ Henry wobbles slightly when she nudges him playfully, moving along with her movement. He catches the light teasing, he thinks, but also wants to help. Thoughts can be scary sometimes.

Opening his mouth, he pauses to reply. His hands lift awkwardly, moving in little, flittering twitches as he attempts to talk with his hands. He actually isn't sure what he should be doing with them. ]

I don't know. I picked it up when I was locked in my apartment. It's usually just staring at something until you're not seeing it... then your thoughts stop, too.

[ Henry does turn more toward her when she mentions she has something for him, though. Turning his wrist, he looks over what has been made for him. ] Oh. But I didn't get you anything. [ That's not right. ] Thank you.