Preston raises his head, eyes wet. Now there's-well-shame. And the very real knowledge that he's covered in someone's inner workings.

Librians are so like children sometimes. Take the man sitting on the floor right now, completely oblivious to everything around him.

"....This is...awful."

No other words to describe it.

Drawing in a shaky breath, he puts a hand out to steady himself, ready to clamber to his feet.