Richard snorted, trashing another handful of newspaper. "Well, I was going to move them around after you left, obviously," he joked, "but then I would have nails in the walls already, and everything would be easier." It occurred to him that normally he would have hesitated before teasing someone this way. Maybe it was part of that weird sense of familiarity, but he felt pretty sure that Adam could take it. So far, he had still to see any signs that he was wrong.
Leaning over, he saw the contents of the next box. "Hmmm. More books? I thought I was done with those. Just toss them on that shelf, I'll arrange things later." He continued tidying some of the trash left behind by the last box and then threw Adam a look filled with mock-disapproval. "And of course I listen to them. I mean, CDs are fine and all, but for older stuff the original is usually just better. None of this remixed crap." He had heard of people who just collected records, but he still couldn't quite wrap his head around them. "What's the point of having music if you don't listen to it?"