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Being here after what happened feels wrong, what happened was wrong. I should've left after that but I had the bright idea of sticking around.

"Oh Spirit, here." I look up at Stein, he's walking around the couch I'm sitting on and sets down a stack of books on the coffee table.

"Hey wait, are those?" I mumble out and lean over the table.

"yep, it's only a few of them, the rest are in some boxes. I figured these will keep you from going bored. You forgot to grab them after you left me, I didn't have the gaul to return them." The man awkwardly sits next to me from a distance he breaths out heavily and continues on.

"i even tried reading them, I missed you that much. I couldn't finish even one though, not my kind of genre." I feel my face flush with embarrassment when Stein says that.

I pick up the first book. It's the first twilight book. I had the entire fucking series of books.

"promise me you didn't read this one." I look up at him and he looks uncomfortable.

"not my genre,"

Looking back at the book I start remember old moments here sitting on this couch reading books. Oh my god I remember putting myself in the place of the main character is genuinely getting giddy when anything romantic happened.

"I'm going to grade some papers, you sit here, I can't concentrate with you near me."

Stein goes to stand up but I grab his arm.

"spirit,"

"stein, I'm still worried about you, could we....just so I can feel that you're breathing, you're safe."

I can't say what I want to say, I'm just hoping he understands what I'm asking.

"...fine, I don't mind. It'll be nice...yeah?" Nodding, I let go of his arm, happy with his answer.

I feel his soul and mine spark it doesn't take much concentration for us to balance and get on the same wavelength. He leaves to the next room, I can still feel it, the beating of his soul, his heart and his mind. It's nice.

Picking up the book I cringe a small bit. This is probably going to still hold up with how much I liked this book or make me hate myself more for ever reading it.

-

We didn't talk much while resonating, just the occasional "what chapter now?" And "did maka get a good grade?" But when I finished the book I immediately ran into the room Stein was in and cut him out of his focus.

"spirit?"

"stein it was BAD."

He raises an eyebrow, then looks down at the book I was holding.

I raise the book up, distraught and embarrassed. "Why didn't I just look at porn magazines like normal teenagers?!"

"you did." He interrupts and I wave him off.

"not my point,"

"It couldn't have been that bad, you still enjoyed it as a kid." He swivels around in his chair, attention fully on me.

"Well kid me was stupid! He didn't have good opinions like he does now!" All Stein does is smirk at my complaints. He stands up and takes the book from my hand.

"I remember opening this and reading some of it, I didn't see the appeal but it was so *you*"

I suddenly feel offended.

"What the hell does that mean?!" His smile is still there and he looks down at me.

"I can't explain it, you're full of surprises. It just, felt like you. You'd read books, you'd get excited about it and I'd just watch you not understanding why you like something so abnormal!" I feel hot again and Stein looks up from the book, his glasses tilting down from his nose.

"you have problems."