Once inside his apartment, after having shut and locked the door firmly behind him, Silo sighed to himself and collapsed on the couch. There, was where he fell asleep after spending a few hours reading the book he'd been given. Now, he had two books. But, for whatever reason, he found that he was more inclined to read the one on Vlad. Maybe he'd find some mention of Salazar in it.. And, maybe he'd get to have some sort of insight on what the man's past had been like, previously. To him, it was all an enticing mystery. One that he wanted to solve.<br/><br/>In the early hours of the next morning he'd woken, quickly getting into the shower where he could wash his hair and body. Afterwards, with a towel around his waist, he brushed his teeth and whatever other nonsense that he found fit. He then pulled on a pair of jeans that were quite nicely fitting, though loose around the ankles. Accompanying the pair of jeans was a sweater that was just a tad bit too big for Silo's slender form, hiding all but the tips of his fingers from view- But it looked.. Cute, on him. Running his fingers through his hair a couple times while pausing at the front door, he snagged his phone from off the small table near the door and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans before unlocking the door. In quite a happy mood already, Silo headed over to the bookstore.<br/><br/>Pushing open the front door when he got there, he stepped in, and briefly rubbed his hands together, letting out a small breath of cold air. "Anyone in here?" He called, glancing around the place.