They looked at each other then at him. "That's it? You don't even care..." They looked at each other. .
"I do care. I care a great deal." Nicolas said as he flitted between shelves. "I just...I do this when I'm under stress..."
"You're under stress? Really?" AnnLee huffed. "Look at me!"
Nicolas looked over at her. "Yes. I am under stress. Because I have no idea what's going on, what just happened, or what you two are talking about. It's a somewhat stressful situation."
"And you think I do?" She sighed. "And I'm not sure what I'm talking about."
Nicolas chewed his lip quietly, his pale gray eyes flickering between the two of them.
LeeAnn was still hugging herself as she sat in the floor. AnnLee looked him over slowly.
"I....I suppose I should...do something?" Nicolas shifted nervously.
AnnLee looked at him then gave him a slow clap.
Nicolas instantly turned away, hiding among the shelves.
She sighed, then looked at her feet. "I would say sorry. But I'm not..."
Nicolas just turned away more. This was why he avoided people.
She sighed, looking at her feet. "Aren't you going to snack me now?"
"Why would I?" Nicolas mumbled as he moved between shelves.
"Because I smarted off." She shrugged then sat in the floor, leaning on a shelf lightly.
Nicolas frowned as he was lovingly taking an old book off the shelf. He looked over at her, slender fingers wrapped around the fragile old book.
"What you doing?" She asked watching him.
"Fixing up this book." Nicolas whispered. "See, the spine's coming undone..."
"That's... Really cool..." She whispered. "Can I watch?"
Nicolas blinked at her. "You...you want to watch?"