[Something familiar. The library isn't a familiar place - the most books R usually sees in anything like good condition are the ones in the airport bookshop - but something about it drew him in.
He feels himself being examined and averts his eyes. Even cleaned up and dressed in clothes that haven't been falling apart for several years, he can't quite pass for Living.]
No, nothing.
[There's a twinge of embarrassment attached to the idea of saying out loud that he can't read, so he keeps it in.] I'm just looking. Enjoying the... [And here he braces himself slightly.] ... atmosphere.
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He feels himself being examined and averts his eyes. Even cleaned up and dressed in clothes that haven't been falling apart for several years, he can't quite pass for Living.]
No, nothing.
[There's a twinge of embarrassment attached to the idea of saying out loud that he can't read, so he keeps it in.] I'm just looking. Enjoying the... [And here he braces himself slightly.] ... atmosphere.
[Nailed it.]