[Honey]

He was quick to still himself after their small bump lest the entire fortress of books fell upon them, and he didn't linger long before following after unless he got lost in the dark and murdered them beneath a combination of paper and hardback books. Rising from the bed he cast his sights to the ground to follow the crawling figure back to the door, but before he knew it he could feel his glasses slipping from the bridge of his nose and tumbling to the ground. Reaching out he tried to grab them but failed and instead heard their soft landing against the carpet. Mumbling under his breath he crouched down to the ground, and with his inability to see he blindly patted the carpet to find his glasses.