Hmmm. Despite Will's dismissive attitude toward his school work, Troy wasn't quite on board. However, before he could voice this, Omen had begun flipping through Troy's book instead of his own, and was flashing past some pages the Native hadn't seen yet. "Loads," he made jabbing pointy gestures as the pages went by, his tone just as devious. Every page had something that looked ... potentially entertaining.
However, Troy's eyes soon found something more interesting to study. The hand on his leg made him feel like the library wasn't where he needed to be. His own fingers intertwined with Will's and he squeezed, then used his free hand to shut the book in Will's lap. "C'mon. Don't forget those," he gestured vaguely as he made to stand. He wasn't really giving Will a choice. It was time to leave. He yanked the semi-secret readers off the bridge of his nose and slipped them into the pocket of his jeans (while there was still room).