[A closed-off student opening up isn't a wrong comparison. Henry lights up a little when he's talking about spiders in this way, something far more sincere in his eyes than the polite little mask he likes to wear ninety-percent of the time. Even if she's only humoring him, he doesn't seem to mind it, the way he flips to another page before turning the sketchbook to face her again, nodding. (He still has his pencil in his teeth.)]

I drew a lot when I was younger. And there wasn't a lot to do in the lab, either.

[The page he shows her is full of smaller sketches.]

Crab spiders, jumping spiders. I even saw a wolf spider, once. They're busy keeping pests out of your gardens, you know.

[Destroying insects; devouring them.]

Browns, blacks, beiges. Sometimes a little iridescent red on the jumping spiders, though they're so small.