<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time: </strong>About a year ago<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elena<br/><br/>He smiled at her, thinly, yet warmly. Unlike many people in the world, he did not seem to be passing judgment over her. He just seemed to be glad that she was alright, and especially that she was putting some serious thought into what it is she's doing with her life.<br/><br/><strong>"I carried you back."</strong>He said with a nod of his head, pausing only to take a sip from his own bottle of water.<strong>"Don't worry about it, don't apologize to me for it. It was the right thing to do, and energy spent worrying over it is energy that can be spent fixing the problem."</strong><br/><strong><br/>"I don't mean to preach or anything, but if you ever want help, I don't mind putting myself out there, for a good cause. It's the right thing to do. And if you just need someone to talk to, I'm no psychologist, but I'm a good listener. And if you want to take a few swings at something, I have a punching bag in my room." </strong>After that last bit, he lets out a small laugh.<br/><br/>He finished off his breakfast pretty quickly, though he wasn't rushing; he just ate fast by default.  He gets up and heads out to the kitchen to start doing the dishes, though he occasionally glances over at her, or over at his bookshelf.<br/><br/>If she were to follow his gaze to the bookshelf at any point, she might be surprised by the eclectic mix of things. Machiavelli's The Prince sat right next to Sun Tzu's Art of War, both of which were sandwiched between some some works by Lord Byron, Dunsani, Shakespeare, and Poe; a few books are about Zen Buddhism. Some science fiction and fantasy literature. Books on chemistry, and alchemy, of all things. The books all seemed to be ordered by first letter of the first word of the title.  Several recipe books, too, including how to jerk meat, bake bread, and books on brewing your own alcohol, and mixing up your own soft drinks.<br/><br/>At one point, their is a small, lacquered wood incense holder, that still has a small nub of incense in  it. Their were also several statuettes on the same shelf as the incense holder; Buddha, Guanyin, several other Boddhisattva's and Guan Yu. The statuettes look to be a bit on the pricey side, as they are made from some sort of red-colored lacquered wood.<br/><br/>Their's even a mask on the bookshelf, a simple affair made of painted porcelain, in the black and red checkered style of a harlequin. Their were also several small metal eggs, painted in beautiful, rich, vibrant colors, much in the way a Faberge Egg was made; though obviously, his were closer to baubles than the treasures the Faberge Eggs were.