Awesome! Do you want to set it up, or shall I help tomorrow?
"M. Rochester?" Reuben repeated, the name familiar. "I'll do my best." He agrees with a small smile, hand moving back to the boy's shoulder. He'd never read any of them himself, but he knew the name. Probably some sort of scandalous romantic story. "Are you sure they won't over-excite you or strain your heart, Fabian? I don't want to bring anything to the house that might hurt you." He didn't, but there was something inside of him that prevented him telling the boy about moral decency and the wickedness of novels.