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Library [Sunday]
Lee, who still knows who he is, is back behind the desk today. The desk is clear save for a few textbooks and a bottle of water.
There's a pile of books to check in but he's content to just watch them in hopes that they'll check themselves in. Or something.
The library is open.
There's a pile of books to check in but he's content to just watch them in hopes that they'll check themselves in. Or something.
The library is open.

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He tapped his fingers against the desk without really noticing. "Doesn't hurt, does it?"
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Her head, however, tilted at the Eel's question. "What doesn't? Why should memory loss hurt? Besides, of course, the occasional pain in the head from all the thinking involved with trying to remember..."
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He turned the hand on the desk palm up, sheepish smile on his face. "I don't...know a lot about this world. I'm still learning. I ask a lot of dumb questions."
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"Worried," she said, as if now just realizing that he had expressed that. "About what? I was feeling like I'm taking it in stride fairly well; I don't...feel like I should need to be worried about..."
In fact, she was feeling slightly like she really didn't want anyone worried about her, but she didn't quite know where that was coming from.
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He shrugged a shoulder, looked down at his hands for a moment. "And worried about the whole situation, I think. About people--" and he was careful to use that word instead of just singling her out "--just randomly losing their memories. I'm not even from this planet and I've never seen that before. But, you're doing...you're smiling."
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Her smile turned a little meticulous. "You knew that Adah. She was intelligent, wasn't she?"
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He stopped and shook his head. "It's still you. You're that person. So, that means you're smart and perceptive and..." He rubbed a hand through his hair and fell quiet for a moment.
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"You don't look as though it's that easy..."
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"I like to talk to you," he finally said, looking up. "It's the reason I keep coming to see you. I think they're just...maybe I'm nervous. But it's not a bad thing. I don't want to say the wrong thing."
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However, with a slight pause and a linger look, she added, "But I feel like you worrying about saying the wrong thing is a waste of worry. I can't imagine anything you could say that would seem wrong."
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Her eyes on him were speculative, accusing, but playfully so. "Were you?"
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"Yes," he admitted. "Not all the time but yes, I did. And if you watched, I wanted to see if you'd react."
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"It was either a distraction," he said quietly, "or...or maybe you liked it. And maybe I did it because I thought you liked it. And maybe I wanted to see if you'd do something more than watch."
He wasn't sure where the boldness came from but it was there and, if anything, he could go hide in the aisles.
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Of course, she had an idea, but she also had to decide if that was wishful thinking or actual suggestion. She wondered, again, about the relationship the Adah of the Notebook had with this Eel, just like she wondered about the relationship that she had with that River. That could have been a fluke, though, a new River. This was the same Eel; he remembered.... Her smile softened slightly, lip tucking nervously under her teeth.
Making new memories for herself; would they be new memories for him?
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Blinking a few times, she drew in a breath to shake that all away. She was biting her lip again, looking at their hands. Her brain seemed to be calculating their distances. "I see," she said, much more demure. "You want me to stop them..." The thought of something else that (she hoped) would certainly stop them still hung in the back of her head, but she put all her focus in the slow creeping of her hands toward those tapping fingers, her own fingers stretched, one of them lifting up to lightly brush against his knuckle. Her eyes wanted to drift to him to see his reaction, but, instead, they stayed on their hands; she was feeling like she'd get all the reaction she needed there.
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It was a small thing but it was affecting, nonetheless. He looked back up, watched her watched their hands and sighed quietly.
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Such a simple thing, a small connection, but it was affecting, and it confused her why it made her suddenly feel like she did, why it caused the Eel to sigh like that. It seemed to mean something, something she couldn't remember, and she hated that she couldn't.
"You are very intriguing, did you know that?" she asked softly. One beautiful enigma after the next.
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