For the next lesson, we had to go to the first floor underground.
Henry clung to me closer than usual when we went down, nearly trying to embed his body into mine.
"Back up," I finally said, feeling somewhat nervous at the proximity.
"No." Inside the elevator, Henry changed his position to stand behind me and hug me, placing his chin on the top of my head.
I sighed helplessly.
"First floor underground… Do we like that?"
"Not really." Henry's deep voice reverberated inside the elevator.
When the door opened, I found a few people from our group; the red-haired girl, I think her name was Valerie or something, was staring daggers at me for whatever reason.
I just asked her about her business—don't enter a library if you aren't reading anything.
Chelsea came to us.
"Now is the spiritual thingy…"
"Oh? What does that mean?" I asked her.
"Do you know these floating tanks?"
