He glanced over at you. You were going to be late getting home because you stayed to look for a book. A specific book that talked about those fear toxins as Jonathan Crane just sat at his desk. He took off his glasses, and shook his head. “You like learning about those toxins, now don’t you? I’ll tell you what, I’ll find the book for you tomorrow. You need to head home.” You nodded softly as you ruffled your fingers through your hair.