Abel nodded, smiled a bit, and took the papers. He recognized immediately how much Cain seemed to love space, that world outside the atmosphere's layers. It was informative but didn't signal out a specific thing; it encompassed quite a bit of information in a small, compact form, the way Abel liked it. And it didn't give too much at once, letting others take the ideas to themselves and study them more independently. "Oh, wow." He lifted his gaze. "I really like it. It's very good so far." He nodded and gave it back, then looked at his own papers.

"I don't really have much to go on right now. Just a bunch of notes on a bunch of different things... I'm kind of disorganized, my parents hate that." He laughed when he thought about his parents, his mother complaining about a dozen different encyclopedias littered around, yelling at him to clean all those papers out of his room because it was a firetrap.