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Zeke's arm moved, letting Ever get by easily, and he fell into step behind him. "Maybe because I am volunteering." A pointed grin would be there to meet that false innocence as the Lifer glanced back at him.

"So how much of the library have yo already covered?" His gaze dropped to the shelf beside him, and he'd nudge a book spine into order, grab a scrap of paper with some scratchy print scrawled over it. Any out of place books were looked over, and if they lived in any of the rows near him he slid it home, or held onto them in not, so he could put them away.

Zeke kept more or less close, grabbing papers, throwing wrappers away, and handing over books to be put away deeper into the library than he had wandered. Ever had done this before, he knew where everything went, efficient. "I figured. So you won't really need anything fancy. A netbook would work, I think. If you can get past it being on the small size." His head tilted, thoughtful. "Best for you as far as price and performance goes, for what you need it for." They came in 12", which wasn't too bad.

To the Mist everything looked neat and tidy. He lifted a brow, questioningly, towards Ever.

Zeke's smile got wider at the mention of Ever's glasses. He personally thought the Lifer looked good with his glasses on. It was so seldom something he got to bear witness to. "Is it clean?" A touch of impatience, maybe, but he was smiling.

"You're a little hopeless, technologically." The smile grew into a smirk, teasing. "It's kind of cute."

A thought popped into his head, expression smoothing. "Did you eat?" Ever had eaten the night before, but not much. He was notably better, more relaxed, more himself, but something was still off, and that something came with a lingering concern.

Hazel eyes narrowed slightly at the answer, but Ever was already moving. With a grunt Zeke followed, catching up to the other man with easy strides. Being barely an inch apart had it's benefits. He'd have preferred to be taller, in this case, but it didn't really matter.

"I had something quick before I met you, but that had been..." He checked his watch, frowning. "Hour or so?" How long had they been in the library? It was late afternoon now. A little late for lunch, but not quite late enough for dinner.

Although, if they ate now there would be no need to worry about food for the rest of the night.

That smile again. Zeke took the books, tucking them under his arm as Ever fished for his smokes. "Not sure, I think pot roast." He'd grabbed a sandwich without actually looking at the hot wells. "Smelled savory."

Mention of his stash had him smirking. "I was working with other divisions, so wasn't in my room." No reason to dip into the snacks he had hidden away in his desk.

"Maybe both." He watched the smoke swirling away from him, a brow raised possibly also thinking about rings, and french inhales, and shotguns. The taste of smoke.

He blinked at the change of topic, but he nodded. "Yeah, so far. I expected they'll send me on another one soon." Shoulders rolled. "If that's normal, missions being fairly regular. "

Auburn brows arched at that look, questioning. "And what's so funny?" He'd take the good humor, even if it was at his own expense. More concerned for the Lifer's mental well being than any false pride.

"Go where?" It came out low, edged, as he sped to match that quick pace.