he likes it: he really, really likes it

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My heart stopped, and I looked away before I was spotted, before my attention brought any sort of self-consciousness to the scene upon which I had stumbled. I had gotten this book for Graham. He had said, upon receiving it 'Oh, cool,' and redirected what small part of his attention he had used to respond to me back to whatever he was doing- much more interesting. Obviously.

But here he was, sitting at the kitchen table with his usual shades-of-tan dinner and...wait, what's that in his hand...