“There are plenty of people that don’t enjoy my face. But considering you do, I think that’s all that matters.” He chuckled as he squatted beside the box, his eyes trained on the shelf that Tod had mentioned. “Oh, you don’t need to do that for me.” He turned, flashing his boyfriend a grin. “I have a lot of books, but they don’t all need to be on display. I’ve read most of them anyway, so I’m not entirely sure why I don’t donate them.” He sighed and stood, pushing his hands through his hair before he turned back to his boyfriend. “I appreciate the offer though. Greatly.”
"I suppose that's true. If a lot of other people enjoyed your face, you might not be mine." He said with a smile. "You sure?" He asked. He thought that the other had a lot of books, but it was true that he didn't have to display them. "Yeah you can donate them if you want or if you want to keep them we can just store them in the closet until you want to read them or do something else with them." He suggested. "Of course. I want you to be comfortable and everything."