"I tell you." I said, unable to rip my eyes away from Kenny2's reddish-brown ones.
"Are these contact lenses, so lit." Wtf I wouldn't talk that gay; the secondhand embarrassment got me for a moment.
"Tell me first, if you killed Henrietta, what happened?" I asked him.
Kenny2 distanced himself.
"Ah. Her. Was your Henrietta also seeking you out cause she had problems with her memory?"
"Yeah."
He nodded,
"She was a bit dumb, but hot. We brought it on, and yeah. She has something on her that can push my buttons."
"Tell me." I rolled my eyes. I am the same with my Henrietta as it seemed, only without being an abusive macho bastard.
"Yeah." He chuckled,
"You get me, only you." He had sat in the spot Henry sat, across from me on the couch table.