“No no, I’m sorry. Let me help!” Cecil hurries into the store proper and starts scooping the fallen books up off the floor, stacking them on the counter and righting the box. ”I know you probably weren’t expecting anyone,” he says while he works. “It’s okay, I’m not here to buy anything. I’ve just been so worried about you! When I heard you were back in town, I just had to stop by and make sure you were alright.”