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 Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 8:40 pm
Tony was already pouting at him, but he didn't press the matter further. Ever said he didn't want to talk about it, and Tony had to accept that. He would, because they were friends and he knew what it was like to have things one couldn't speak of.
Or just didn't want to.
"I'm sure the other guy is much worse," Tony said with a knowing smile and a nod, silently agreeing to not bring it up any more. He finished gathering the books he had dropped, moving them over to the counter so he could use the computer in the corner, one located away from the front counter and use with patrons, to do the in-house count for them.
Back to business as normal, he supposed, though he couldn't keep quiet for too long.
"If there's anything you need, or if you want to escape from things for a while, you can always come to me. You know that, right? If you need any help, I'm here for you. I'm your friend, after all. I would have offered sooner, but you still haven't left me a contact number..."
A subtle hint.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 11:46 am
"...oh, that...yeah..." He cleared his throat, shoulders hiking in a quick shrug before he slumped in against the counter. Tony's expression made Ever flush again, helplessly, his eyes fluttering away. Tony was the boss.
After a moment he fumbled out his phone, trying not to touch it too much, and set it down on the counter, clearing his throat. "I didn't actually...have one, before, but I do now. But I don't know how to use it."
Embarrassed, still, but he looked back up to Tony. "Um. If you can figure it out, to get the number, that's okay..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 10:15 am
Tony watched him, wondering why he seemed so nervous. He assumed it was because of the injury and the story behind it, but something seemed a little odd in the younger man's gestures.
He picked up the phone, looking at it curiously. At least Ever had one now.
"I'm sure I can figure it out," he said. He wasn't completely useless with technology, after all, though he was more a fan of his land line than the cellphone. He did manage to find it in the menu, where the phone details were hiding.
Taking a pencil and a piece of paper, he jotted down the number and nodded, clearly happy to have some way of contacting him now. He offered the phone back to Ever, then rethought it and put it on the counter for him.
It would take a little time before Tony finally remembered a key fact from their boozey night in, and would suddenly understand the awkwardness that seemed to be thick between them now. At the moment, he was simple continued baffled.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 7:25 pm
Ever dragged his phone back over, licking his lips and blinking up at Tony as he tucked it into his pocket. This made him feel like more of an invalid than he really was, and it was starting to grate just a little. Not the librarian's fault, yes, but...well, it was still uncomfortable. He swallowed, finally.
"...right. Anyway, I usually remember to plug it into the wall..." Usually being the key word. "So, um. So you can call if you really need me, I guess. But you shouldn't worry so much."
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2011 11:38 am
Tony sighed, nodding his head.
"Sorry," he said, offering a thin smile. "I worry about people who are constantly bruised or scraped. Especially if that person is my friend." He patted Ever very lightly on the shoulder before moving over to the books he had brought, dropped, and picked up. They were in a bit of a mess now, but they didn't have to be in any order until he put them back in the back room for rough sorting.
He clicked the computer over to the in house use counter, and began scanning them in one at a time, each book registered with a little boop that became rhythmic. The grind of work soon replaced the blip on the radar of the day, and he calmed down from his worry and eased into the familiar routine. He wasn't going to make Ever stay too long, offering him a half day when he felt the time was right.
The day was quiet, anyway, and Tony was already used to handling the front desk on his own.
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