The library had been a pretty good choice -- the world was quieter than usual, and the dull throbbing at Spencer's temples was easier to deal with when it was the only thing there. At the sound of a voice, though, he looked up and realised for the first time how potentially mad he looked. He breathed in, and smiled weakly at William, rubbed his face with his hands.
"Not a great day," he said softly, and knuckled tiredly at his eyes. They probably couldn't get more red-rimmed. "Sorry," he added, "I'll stop cluttering your floor in a minute."