Henry is fucking blitzed. He's gone. He has had too much of the Terrible Slop and now he is laying on the floor, on his back, with his Poke'gear resting on his face. He can hear his friends talking around him. He can hear music from somewhere else in the dorm.

And he is full of love for them.

But there is something missing, and perhaps, it is the tiniest pang of jealousy. It's a human thing to feel. And so, in a low husky voice like one might expect from a man who had been crawling through the desert for a year, Henry abruptly says,

"I haven't slept with anyone in ten years..."