Dexter considered that for a few seconds before resolving to nod. "My theory is that everyone's messes, whether it be clothes or paperwork or books, whatever, is logical to them. The only reason we have shelves and systems and things like that are so the masses can figure it out. I like things to be clean and orderly. I find comfort in neatness. Sloppiness only leads to mistakes." Which he knew well from experience. "But I also find the beauty in organized chaos. Like books piled according to the librarian's mind. It's functional, maybe only for him, but it's chaotic and out of the norm."
He let his soliloquy hang in the air as he turned back to Felix. "You said you liked it. Why? What's good about it to you?" The question wasn't demanding or demeaning. He truly wanted the rabbit's honest opinion. And maybe he found a glimmer of amusement in imagining Felix wandering the haphazard stacks, looking very much Felix-y in his quiet, rabbit-like way, as if the paper in the books had gone back to being real trees in a real forest. A free place that wasn't...here.