[A man sat in a corner of the library, a pile of books at his feet and even more on the table at his side. His attention was fully in whatever it was he seemed to be reading, though he sped through the pages as if he were on a mission. A cigarette lay burning and abandoned in a tray on the table full of books and an empty wine glass rested on its
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[Ho shit. Him. But young. Ugh this place...]
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*He still thinks seeing an older version of himself is kind of cool, and can't quite keep it off his face*
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[Cross glances at his younger self a tinge of jealousy hitting him at his normal face.]
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Might I ask who?
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[He sort of glances away when he says the name, not really wanting to talk about it.]
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*He won't press the issue. He can't help looking kind of worried, though.*
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[Good. Because it's far too long a story and it's not one he wants to tell.]
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... So do you need any help?
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[Cross shut the book he had been reading.]
No. It's not something you would understand just yet.
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... How do you know? I'm pretty good at a lot of things. I didn't earn a spot in the science department for nothing.
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