He blinked and squinted at the page he hadn't turned quite yet. Romeo and Juliet. That was a painful turn of events. Grimacing, he closed the book and set it aside, drawing on the table with his finger and feeling as if he were about to pass out. His half-nap hadn't lasted long when the daydreams started to take very interesting turns to somewhat depraved.

He gasped when someone tripped, spilling his things all over the table Cian was sitting at alone. Glancing around it, his heart both sank and fluttered when he recognized Layland immediately, and went back into his chair as the man began to gather himself and stand. He didn't speak at first---after so long of somehow avoiding the man Cian didn't want to risk a new influx of emotions that would probably drive him entirely insane. It was already hard to deal with the lack of focus. So he put a hand over the spilled papers and watched them rearrange themselves, stack neatly, and settle onto the books that had come to rest in an upended manner near the other end of the table. "Sorry you tripped..." He muttered, not quite looking at Layland as the papers finally came to a quiet rest on the corner of the table.