Hunts never failed to be insanely stressful. While he initially hated public libraries, they started to grow on him more and more. He began to find peace in the quiet rustling of pages around him, the indistinct whispers, the life around him.

Normally, he found it easy to focus on the supernatural case he was working on. Today he found himself highly distracted by you—sitting next to him, researching… something. “Hey,” he murmurs to draw your attention. “Whatcha workin’ on, hmm?”