[The library. It warms him and makes him ache at the same time; he'd wanted her to get out of her room more, and she'd liked it, once she let herself. Now he's the one doesn't want to be seen. But he wants to be alone with himself and his childhood room even less, so he nods, a little jerkily, tries to let go of a little more tension, heavy breaths out.]
Okay. Thanks.
[He skulks a little, looking for her, keeps his shoulders hunched and stays close to the edges of bookshelves. He sits next to her without a word when he finds her, draws his knees up and holds them tight, as if he could contain himself that way.]
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Okay. Thanks.
[He skulks a little, looking for her, keeps his shoulders hunched and stays close to the edges of bookshelves. He sits next to her without a word when he finds her, draws his knees up and holds them tight, as if he could contain himself that way.]