"Your book shelf is a mess, Theo." Her voice was soft as she leaned her frame agains the doors. Her arms were crossed against her chest. Her voice alone was enough to pull my mind away from work, fingers moving away from the keyboard, eyes on her. "My bookshelf?" I pondered, taking a glance at it. "Oh." I chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of my head, fingers fumbling through my hair. "Ah...." I looked at the bookshelf again, wrinkling my nose I gestured towards the messy shelves and disheveled papers. "The librarian's been on vacation, I reckon." I smirked, turning my attention back to her. This was a joke, of course. Actually, it was a run on joke we had since I was sixteen. Helen was always amused by the number of books I had in my collection, she always joked about how it was more of a library than a collection. She huffed out a gentle laugh, pushing herself off of the frame and she took a few steps into the room. "I think you might need a new librarian. The one you have now seems to be quite the wreck." "Oh, but!" I jumped in, moving myself from behind the desk and wrapping my arms around Helen. "They've been employed for thirty odd years now-" "And they've never organized those books once, have they?" She interrupted and my lip curled into a smile again. "Hey, maybe like.... once, or twice. They were organized when I packed them into boxes to move out from home, and the dorm, and the apartment, and now... here." She hummed softly, her body pressing into mine as if she was collecting all of me in just one touch. "I'm pretty sure that you just dumped those boxes out onto the shelves and wherever they landed, they stayed." She teased and I couldn't help but smile brighter, kissing her cheek softly before kissing her lips.
