She bends down to try to help him -- it seems like the right thing to do. As she hands one of the books to him their hands briefly brush against one another and there it is again -- that familiar warmth that seems to radiate from him. That she knows in ways that don't really make much sense.

"I should of been paying better attention." It's something that she's often told, Usagi has a habit of getting lost in her mind sometimes, in her own little world. And yet, while she is sincerely sorry about his books she can't say she's sorry she got to see him.

Even if she maybe should be.