Obediah
He opened another box -- more of his books, of course -- and began carefully shelving them on the built-in shelves next to the desk. A little lost in thought, alphabetizing without really looking, brain more on all the things he could do with this space -- and a little bit on going to find his husband and see what he's up to.
He hummed tunelessly to himself as his mind began leaning more towards the latter, distractedly putting D before B and R before K on the shelf.