Nia sits with me the entire time I spend trying to calm down. He tries to help me in the ways he can, but it does little to help. God, I hate this.
After an hour, I insist we do something else. Nia nods as he grabs a few blood packs for himself, and together we head for the library. Maybe I'll continue my research. That ought to help me get my mind off things.
While I head for the computers, Nia walks over to the filing cabinet that contained the weapons he grabbed the other day. But this time, he unlocks another drawer while sucking on a blood pack like it's a juice box.
"What are you getting?" I ask.
Nia pulls out a large book and comes over to me. I think I've seen dictionaries smaller than that thing. "This is my address book," he says as he places it down on the table.
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