She hummed in agreement, finally someone she seemed to feel like she could relate too a bit quicker. Not that it meant everything in the grand scheme of things, that was depending on this conversation going forward or whatever numerous conversations there were.

Still yet, she held on to her books tightly. She knew they were just books but they were her only things right now that she connected with. For some reason, that felt precious. Daria had nothing else.

“Yeah, same,” unwitty. “Antisocial hermit shut in, might as well keep to tradition.”

A quiet place to read? Absolutely.

“It helps to know what I’m dealing with. Or maybe I’ll find some worthwhile literature. Who knows. It’s comfortable.”

Daria knew better than to show some immediate soft vulnerability, but it came out.