Seeing Juliet beam gave Owen a small sense of accomplishment. Upon reaching the library, he halted and turned to face her, smiling widely as he opened the doors and ushered her in. While he left her to wonder a bit, he rushed to his desk and tidied up his paperwork and sketches. He felt silly but didn't want to show his disorganized side; while the rest of the house had to be in pristine condition, his personal space was messy disarray of paper and books. When it was at a presentable standard, he once again returned to her side.<br/>"Over there is where we keep our favourites," he said, pointing at one of the bookcases. "I placed them all here so they'd be easily accessible for myself and Logan." He paused for a moment, staring fondly at the leather bound books, recalling the times shared with his brother. "If you ever want someone else to discuss literature with, Logan is an excellent conversationalist... when he isn't feeling shy."