"Oh, no, it's fine, no imposition at all." Will assured him or her. This was part of his job and he at least had to be able to do what was required of him. Otherwise, he might be fired, when it was a miracle that he'd been hired in the first place. He doubted he'd be able to get another job with the way he was.There wasn't much that he could handle right now. If Will lost his job, he'd either end up broke and homeless, living with his parents or mooching off Ava. None of those options appealed to him.
It wasn't that Will was bothered by having to help the student either. He just had a really hard time being even remotely happy. The librarian was miserable all the time. He was depressed-and if he was honest with himself, he'd admit that he felt depressed sometime even before the attack-and he often felt tired and sick. Plus, Will was anxious all the time, not just about being attacked again but about people seeing him freak out, about having a panic attack or something in public.
He managed a small smile though. "That won't be necessary." Though, honestly, Will didn't know how this student was going to read the books here anyway. They weren't in braille, though he could certainly order them if this student requested. It was in his job description to be as helpful as he possibly could, even if Will didn't think that would be much help. He supposed he did know what he was doing really, he just tended to feel incompetent in general. Plus, he didn't know CHESS's library as well as he'd known SUM's. He'd gone to school there, done work study there, had a job there...
Almost been murdered there.
That was the advantage. Will might not have known this library as intimately, but it at least had the benefit of him not working in a place where he'd nearly been killed. Not having to see the exact place where it almost happened. Plus, it was really nice to have walls that didn't scream. That would get on anyone's nerves but for Will it had tended to trigger flashbacks.
He shook his head to clear his head of these thoughts. Just remembering made his heart beat a little bit faster. Will turned to the student and asked "What would you like me to show you first? Oh, and what's your name?" Will asked. Perhaps that would give him a clue to the student's gender. He felt kind of bad referring to this person as him-or-her, even if it was just in his own mind.
Sascha blinked, his green-blue eyes very vibrant and unexpected considering his dark hair and features that suggested Asian decent, and an accent that underlined his Asian features. His pupils tended ... more
"Thank you very much, I appreciate your time and assistance," Sascha said with a serene smile. "My name is Sascha Murakami. If we could just start at the front of the library? I'm hoping that there... more