It’s late at night. Two, three in the morning. And you can’t sleep. You don’t want to be alone right now. If you go to Pierre, he’d be worried and dote and want you to talk about it. You don’t want to talk. You just want to sit with someone So you go to the library. Achilles will be there; He’s practically nocturnal. He won’t make a big deal, but he’ll care. Hopefully You swing open the big door to the library, hoping to not make too much noise. Achilles is at the table, studying by candle light. Books are spread everywhere, on the couches and the table. None are in english. There are pens there too, fountain, with ink. It’s all lit with candles. He doesn’t even look up when you walk in.