[ By the time he returns, Harold has several hefty books laid open and a notebook out where he's taking notes. It's really so ridiculous to be living without the internet. Harold never thought he'd have to return to the pre-world wide web dark ages. At least he's old enough to know how to use a library properly, and isn't at a total loss.
The bird is, of course, still squawking away, making plaintive chittering noises from its shoebox. ]
Until I release it, I expect it, [ Harold says dourly. He loves birds but he's never tried to keep one, for good reason. ] A few weeks. Though it may settle down a bit once I feed it.
[ Harold has a plate of very plain scrambled eggs -- no oil or seasoning -- that is cooling next to his books. He can at least manage to scramble an egg on his own. ]
The tweezers, please? [ That was on the list. He's not going to put his computer tools near a baby bird; they can be astoundingly gross. ]
[ John deposits the contents of his excursion out of the way of the shoebox and book setup and digs through the bag for the tweezers. Once found, he extracts them from the packaging and hands them over. ]
Why did you accept that egg in the first place?
[ It's not accusatory, but it's not... not. John had enough sense not to do such a thing, but now he's stuck with a baby bird regardless. ]
A moment of human weakness. [ It's said flippantly but with a long-suffering self-aware truth behind it. ] I was curious.
[ Harold takes the tweezers and the plate of scrambled egg and approaches the chirping box. There's what looks like a gaping hole with a beak around it pointed straight upward that the faint screeching is coming out of. He uses the tweezers to carefully drop a piece of cooked egg into the chick's mouth, which it gulps down whole. ]
[ Of course Harold would be curious and accept a thing he has to care for. Despite his reclusive ways, Harold appears to care quite a lot about many things, especially if they're living. Not to mention his extensive sense of responsibility once he's taken on a task. John shouldn't be surprised at all. He doesn't sigh aloud, but he thinks it. ]
Curiosity answered. How often do you have to feed it?
More or less constantly, [ he grouses. ] I've really done this to myself, haven't I?
[ He's not about to ask John to do this for him, but he really will be tied to his desk for a few days...
He puts the plate and tweezers down and shuffles over to take the rest of the supplies, starting to unpack. ] According to the chatter on the network, I should be thankful it's just a bird.
And a small one at that. Not that you'd be able to tell from the noise.
[ Hoe does something so small manage to be so loud? ]
I can help if you show me what to do.
[ He may not be pleased with this baby bird situation but he's not going to abandon Harold to his fate. He can offer to shoulder some of the burden, if only so Harold can get some sleep. ]
I'm not offering to take it over entirely, just to help. Or I could go mop the mystery section again.
[ He is offering, and he knows it'll be easier for Harold to give him something to do when he sees it as a gift. John knows Harold isn't satisfied with how much excessive time John spend caring for the library. ]
[ Harold feels negligent every time he catches John mopping. It's abnormal and means he needs something to do, which he hasn't forgotten. He keeps trying to come up with something... ]
We could take shifts, [ he admits reluctantly. ] The first few days will be the hardest.
[ As predicted. He knows Harold well enough and doesn't feel bad about manipulating him in this case, even if he rarely does so. They truly rarely do that to each other. Harold speaks plainly to him and John follows along easily, or on the rare occasion he goes against Harold he simply does so without justification. That's comfortable, between them. Usually it doesn't come to this, even in innocence. ]
[ Of course he offers nonetheless, without any fanfare. Harold's expression is soft and appreciative as he turns toward John. ]
Thank you. It's really nothing complicated, it's just annoying frequent...
[ And he runs through how to feed a baby bird, and what temperature it needs, and how to clean up after its bizarrely tidy defecation habits, and after a few minutes it falls into something natural and easy, like it's the simplest thing in the world between them. ]
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The bird is, of course, still squawking away, making plaintive chittering noises from its shoebox. ]
Until I release it, I expect it, [ Harold says dourly. He loves birds but he's never tried to keep one, for good reason. ] A few weeks. Though it may settle down a bit once I feed it.
[ Harold has a plate of very plain scrambled eggs -- no oil or seasoning -- that is cooling next to his books. He can at least manage to scramble an egg on his own. ]
The tweezers, please? [ That was on the list. He's not going to put his computer tools near a baby bird; they can be astoundingly gross. ]
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Why did you accept that egg in the first place?
[ It's not accusatory, but it's not... not. John had enough sense not to do such a thing, but now he's stuck with a baby bird regardless. ]
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[ Harold takes the tweezers and the plate of scrambled egg and approaches the chirping box. There's what looks like a gaping hole with a beak around it pointed straight upward that the faint screeching is coming out of. He uses the tweezers to carefully drop a piece of cooked egg into the chick's mouth, which it gulps down whole. ]
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Curiosity answered. How often do you have to feed it?
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[ He's not about to ask John to do this for him, but he really will be tied to his desk for a few days...
He puts the plate and tweezers down and shuffles over to take the rest of the supplies, starting to unpack. ] According to the chatter on the network, I should be thankful it's just a bird.
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[ Hoe does something so small manage to be so loud? ]
I can help if you show me what to do.
[ He may not be pleased with this baby bird situation but he's not going to abandon Harold to his fate. He can offer to shoulder some of the burden, if only so Harold can get some sleep. ]
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[ Harold pauses in his unpacking to frown mildly over at John. ]
I'm the one who accepted the egg -- I won't foist the responsibility off on you. [ Extensive sense of responsibility it is. ]
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[ He is offering, and he knows it'll be easier for Harold to give him something to do when he sees it as a gift. John knows Harold isn't satisfied with how much excessive time John spend caring for the library. ]
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[ Harold feels negligent every time he catches John mopping. It's abnormal and means he needs something to do, which he hasn't forgotten. He keeps trying to come up with something... ]
We could take shifts, [ he admits reluctantly. ] The first few days will be the hardest.
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Show me what to do.
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Thank you. It's really nothing complicated, it's just annoying frequent...
[ And he runs through how to feed a baby bird, and what temperature it needs, and how to clean up after its bizarrely tidy defecation habits, and after a few minutes it falls into something natural and easy, like it's the simplest thing in the world between them. ]