Henry's POV
It's difficult to explain how the air changes around him when he slips into either insanity or paranoia, but I know that I am meanwhile an expert at distinguishing his mood.
As I said, first the air changes as everything cools down, freezing, before it is set ablaze by intense emotions he usually doesn't display.
Moments that would be suppressed, tears that would be held back, and anger that would be either lashed out or laughed off come together in one distinctive catalyst, making him seem like somebody else.
But this somebody else didn't seem that far away—not at all like when I thought the giant had taken over his body while in reality Kenny had just forgotten his own memories—just something like a deep-rooted flaw, a deep-rooted insanity that simmered under the surface, making him human, human, HUMAN!
And that I want; that is what my own insanity craves: his human self that can be touched, hugged, fucked, and loved.
