Al reached for the first book, eagerly, as his fingers rested on the cover, tracing the letters of the title and indentations on its spine.
"Oh. Of course it's not like Lori. Honestly," he glanced up at Scor and said, with the exasperated, hurried tone he always had when correcting his friend on something Scor should have realised all along. So he raised his eyebrow and then, in the lecturing tones of a professor, pointed out a simple, solid fact that made all the difference. "Lori likes you back."