Raymond doesn't like it when people touch his things. They're his things, he owns them, and he's placed them in his bedroom in certain ways that make him feel okay. He hates seeing his books touched, nevertheless, pulled out by another hand!

"Please, uh, p-please don't touch the books, don't touch the books," he mumbles, but it sounds like it's more to himself than others. He feels panicked like something's on his chest, and it won't go away unless those fingers get off the spines of his books. He needs to pace.