"Exactly. He really doesn't like people like that for some reason. I feel like he doesn't like anyone except his original friends."
She reached into her bag and pulled a plastic bag of clay out. "Do you want to do research or mold clay?"
"Cool," she said, sliding the clay across the desk to him. She stood up and tapped the desk thoughtfully. "I'll go grab some books."
She left for a moment, returning a minute later with an armful of anatomy books. Dropping them on her side of the table, she sat back down, opened the nearest book, and began to read, resting her head on her hand.
He worked diligently and thoughtfully before speaking up. "He shouldn't put his hands on you, you know."
