“I felt the same way when I first met my Enid.”, Mr. Carraticus said, his umbrella tapping in rhythm with their steps. “It feels like when you’re in a cosy little library when it’s raining outside and there’s a fire blazing. Like meeting an old friend or rereading an old book. Like-”
“walking outside after it rained.”, Henry finished, laughing when Scott was soaked by a passing cab.