Gansey was about an inch away from pointing out this man could, in fact, use the front, in that case.
He knew why he didn't want to, though. If he'd come here for privacy, then he was here for the same reason as Gansey. There was someone he was trying to avoid, either because they'd tried to hurt him or because he'd tried to hurt them. Or both. That probably explained his mood, too, and honestly Gansey couldn't hold that against him.
He looked up at him, studying his face, and then sighed.
"Fine."
He leaned forward, reaching across his desk and pulling his books closer. By the time he finished, he'd cleared around half of the table, which seemed fair to him.
"Perhaps you'll have better luck than I do. I can't read anything in here."
It didn't stop him trying, just in case he ever found something that made sense. But for now, that was just a vague hope. He was here to distract himself; he couldn't really pretend to anything else.
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He knew why he didn't want to, though. If he'd come here for privacy, then he was here for the same reason as Gansey. There was someone he was trying to avoid, either because they'd tried to hurt him or because he'd tried to hurt them. Or both. That probably explained his mood, too, and honestly Gansey couldn't hold that against him.
He looked up at him, studying his face, and then sighed.
"Fine."
He leaned forward, reaching across his desk and pulling his books closer. By the time he finished, he'd cleared around half of the table, which seemed fair to him.
"Perhaps you'll have better luck than I do. I can't read anything in here."
It didn't stop him trying, just in case he ever found something that made sense. But for now, that was just a vague hope. He was here to distract himself; he couldn't really pretend to anything else.