"Well then, let's see what we can find!" Lucas hopes his enthusiasm helps put Andrew at ease, if only a little bit. Poor looks like he'd rather slink into the floor at a moment's notice than enjoy himself, but soon enough Lucas is pulling comics from the bookshelves and amassing small piles of them for Andrew to peruse. It's hours later before he realizes how fast time is slipping by, and unfortunately he has to get to work...

Days later, Lucas is pacing the little library nook, figuring this is one of the places Max or Rowan is least likely to be. His fretting could wear a hole in the floor as he goes back and forth.

Investigation is practically in his blood but Max's worry about him being sent home over it is finally bubbling to the surface, eating away at the Medium. He doesn't want to go home and lose everything here! It's not fair. Maybe it'd be better to ask the fae to take away his abilities all together, then he could more easily resist the temptation. But, his mind spins again, it's in his nature to be curious...and around and around he goes.

With his thoughts drawn inward Lucas doesn't even notice that someone else has arrived. Instead he whirls on his heels again, scrubbing his hands through his hair. "Arrrgh, why can't things be easy!?"