We were in the library, and you were sitting in a chair while watching me walk up and down the aisle, looking for a good book.

I look over at you, “Percy, you know any books that’s made you cry?”

“Sixth grade mathematics, book 2.” You respond jokingly.

Chuckling, I roll my eyes and continue looking at the shelves.

I’ve been doing this for an hour- and you doubt I’ve noticed.