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Reading Up (Baba)
Hank was exhausted, but for once he wasn't showing it. Dressed in track pants and a fitted T-shirt he emerged from the coffee shop nearest the library, arms full of books and a cup. He hadn't slept since his interaction with Eric, and he was determined not to again if he could help it. Not until he'd gotten a few things worked out.
Hank took a place on a bench in the sun, curling up around his psychology books, sipping his coffee and pushing his glasses up his nose. Books from different planets, different times, different species.... he knew the psychology of his era, but it wasn't working, it didn't fit this world. It didn't fit what he'd been having to deal with here.
The youth opened the books, starting to skim through the pages. His reading speed was always getting faster, it was almost hard to turn the pages now. That's why he didn't leave the vicinity of the library. He'd spend a couple hours out here, then go back for one more armload before heading home.
Hank took a place on a bench in the sun, curling up around his psychology books, sipping his coffee and pushing his glasses up his nose. Books from different planets, different times, different species.... he knew the psychology of his era, but it wasn't working, it didn't fit this world. It didn't fit what he'd been having to deal with here.
The youth opened the books, starting to skim through the pages. His reading speed was always getting faster, it was almost hard to turn the pages now. That's why he didn't leave the vicinity of the library. He'd spend a couple hours out here, then go back for one more armload before heading home.