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"I ain't never been in a place like this before," Henry admitted, holding his wool cap in his hands.

The foyer alone was bigger than most of the apartments he had rented, back when he'd still had a home to live in. The mosaic tiled floor and mahogany paneling on the walls was ostentatious enough, but the tiffany stained glass windows made him feel positively vulgar in comparison. He wasn't a cultured enough man to entirely appreciate the excesses of the Calloway's enormous home, but it was big, and it was old, and from what Henry knew old stuff that looked like new was usually pretty valuable. Despite the charity that the Calloways had shown him the whole place made him uncomfortable; he felt small, dirty, and worthless in comparison.

"I take it that you're impressed?" Jeremy asked with a grin. Standing next to Henry, he was an exercise in contrasts. Jeremy was tall, Henry was short. Jeremy was handsome and fit, and Henry -- while still possessing some rugged charm -- had clearly seen better days. Jeremy was dressed in custom-tailored designer eveningwear, while Henry wore the entirety of his wardrobe on his back. After all, it wasn't like he had anywhere secure to keep his stuff.

Henry just nodded silently, in utter awe of the Calloway's wealth and excess. He'd been on the street for so long that even regular people with middle-class incomes lived in what seemed like unimaginable luxury to him, and the vast wealth that the couple who'd picked him up off the street displayed wasn't anything that his mind could even process.

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