[ If someone were to come across them in that moment of absurdity, the scene would undoubtedly raise a number of questions, but the nonfiction section stays secluded, shielding them from view. At the tentative touch to his arm, pulling on his sleeve, Zephirin blinks his eyes open to look down at the top of the younger boy's head, closer than before. The student librarian hasn't made eye contact once, not properly — each time near it, he refused to meet Zephirin's gaze.
The library, Zephirin considers, might be his refuge. Normally, it should be easy for him to escape to the background, hiding behind his duties; now, the conversation's focus is still on him. ]
If I promise not to thank you, despite your help, will you tell me your name?
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The library, Zephirin considers, might be his refuge. Normally, it should be easy for him to escape to the background, hiding behind his duties; now, the conversation's focus is still on him. ]
If I promise not to thank you, despite your help, will you tell me your name?