"It's not! That's so rude. I have a few worldly possessions because I've lived my life, thank you very much!" Maybe he doesn't need a thousand books but he has enjoyed most of them, and he's got a system going on. He knows which shelves contain the books he hasn't read yet and which ones have all his archaeology titles and which one houses his French collection.

Anyway, it's not like he can just start collecting books here again. He'll just have to contend with frequent visits to the library, where he hasn't found any non-fiction titles just yet to satisfy his voracious appetite for learning more and more interesting things about all sorts of different topics throughout history.

"I was. I am. I'm still angry with you." It's a quiet admission, but it doesn't stop Steven from wanting to touch and play with Marc's hand, and wanting to be close to him. Steven sulks about it now just thinking about how lousy Marc made him feel.

"You lied to me. You-- did things to make me think I was crazy, question my reality. All this time I-- I thought-- Look, it doesn't ma'er what I thought. I just-- It would have been better if you were honest. If there was sand on the bed or-- torn blue tape."