[Maybe Louis' voice lilts with more excitement than it has any business to, but he can only imagine the fountain of knowledge that could be if everyone might submit even a single tome of literature from where they called home. It's enough to make him overlook the subject of another house, so he forgets to ask after that.]
Of course I'd like that... but if you're busy, don't worry about me. I'm sure I could manage.
[He tilts his head to look at Ayer again with a smile, who's still a warm and comfortable weight against him, holding a pillow close. He's ever appreciative, but he can't help feeling a need for restraint, lest he grow too spoiled by his attentions.]
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[Maybe Louis' voice lilts with more excitement than it has any business to, but he can only imagine the fountain of knowledge that could be if everyone might submit even a single tome of literature from where they called home. It's enough to make him overlook the subject of another house, so he forgets to ask after that.]
Of course I'd like that... but if you're busy, don't worry about me. I'm sure I could manage.
[He tilts his head to look at Ayer again with a smile, who's still a warm and comfortable weight against him, holding a pillow close. He's ever appreciative, but he can't help feeling a need for restraint, lest he grow too spoiled by his attentions.]