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Library, Sunday

Being himself this week meant Lee was a lot less rambunctious and a lot more calm during his library shift. He was still a little agitated for the fact that he'd lost something important but he wasn't taking that agitation out on the books or by running up and down the aisles.

No, later, he'd just punch a wall or something.

For now, he was paging through a catalog he'd requested on a whim, checking out a few different things and wondering if he could make it work. It was a complete whim and he still had no idea what he wanted to do after graduation but things were becoming a little clearer, at least.

And the catalog had pictures, if anything.

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"Why not in a jar?" Lee asked, shrugging. "Seems as good a place to put it as any."

"Isn't it a little...cumbersome?"

He knew it had been when he was five and trying to run away with it, anyway.

"Well, you know, I'm not carrying it to classes with me or running marathons," he said, shrugging. "I think this means a little more than some chocolate candy or flowers. It's more personal."

"Not if you make the candy yourself," Cal pointed out because, hey, that was what he'd done.

"She's not the candy making type," Lee non-explained. "For a few reasons but mostly because she knows that wouldn't freak me out like this gift did, at first."

"Freak you out?"

"The way she packaged it," he said, snickering. "I thought it was a real heart, at first. She works in a clinic. It's a possibility."

There was a long, long pause.

"Dude; that's messed up."

But not as messed up as the fact that it sounded like Lee had a girlfriend that could probably best Claire at morbidity, and that was not fair.

"You honestly thought it could have been real?"

"Let's just say it wouldn't have surprised me that much," he said and laughed. "She likes to tease about cutting me open. Not like as a butcher but like a doctor."

Weren't they the same thing?

Cal was just going to stare a moment longer, trying to form words. He shook his head as if to shake them out but all he said was, "What?"

Quickly followed by, "Wait, no. Nevermind. Don't need to know that."

"It makes sense but yeah, I won't tell you," he promised, snickering. "It's affectionate, I promise."

There were a lot of words Cal could think of to describe it; affectionate wasn't one of them. He shook his head a little more before letting out a snort of a laugh.

"I'll have to take your word for it," he said. "Uh, enjoy having your jar back, I guess?"

"Thanks for bringing it back," Lee said, smiling at said jar. "But sorry that it haunted you and all. Sounds like it sucked."

Cal barely held back a comment about, hey, at least his girlfriend didn't want to cut him open (he assumed), and held up his hands. "I'm out of its influence now," he said. "All is well."

"If you remember where you found it, let me know," he added. "I'm still curious as to how it went from a little kid's hands to...well, someplace you can't remember."

"A little kid's hands?" Cal asked, because of course he wouldn't know anything about that. "What, did it get lifted when everyone was all little and stuff?"

"If someone tried to take it while I was this size, they'd have gotten a punch in the jaw," Lee said. "Yeah, when everyone was little. I got invaded by someone, she took my jar and I tripped on a blanket."

"...Bummer," said Cal, who was trying not to think about getting punched in the jaw by Lee, because ow. "Those blankets. They'll get you ever time."

"Well, and my legs were the size of thimbles," Lee said, ignoring that his legs hadn't grown much. "And I was clumsy. Not that hard to get tangled up in a blanket. And that little girl was frakking fast."

It took a great, momentous feat not to mention that, well, yeah, that's what came with actually having legs longer than a toothpick and being tall along with it.

"Well, apparently she had butterfingers, too," he pointed out, "since she dropped it...wherever."

"Probably disappointed that it wasn't a candy heart or something," Lee said. "No chocolate filling."

"That's a good point," Cal had to agree. "I mean, it's in a jar. You'd think a kid would think that meant it was particularly good candy, or something."

"Good thing she didn't try to eat," Lee said, wincing. "That...teeth marks in my heart would have been kind of ew."

"Ugh," the twist of Cal's face agreed. "No kidding. For one, construction paper tastes cross anyway, and two, it'd have kid spit all over it. I'd bet she'd realize it was cardboard and just spit it back in the jar, so there's be a little chewed up glob of pulp inside it then, too."

And he would know better than anyone that that was exactly what that little girl would have done.

"Which would be fun to explain to my girlfriend," he said and made a face. "I can't even predict her reaction. She'd either laugh at me or...well, who knows. Something."

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