It's a nice library, especially for such a small town, with plenty of everything, but a focus on science and poetry, a well-appointed children's' section, a nice selection of music and holovids, and comfy chairs offering varying amounts of privacy.
Right now, though, it's closing time; the announcements have been made, the final checkout rush handled, and now the librarian is making one last check before she locks up for the night.
"Yeah, no worries. I'll be tinkering all day, probably, you can catch me on a break."
"I have some work in the garden that Nova can help with. If you want, Nova."
He pauses for a moment, actually thinks about that. "...Can I listen to- the music?" he asks. "While we...?"
He manages a grin, and then nods. "I'll help." (It's possible, probable even, that that would've been his response regardless of Daisy's answer, but still.)
"Sounds good. And there's two things I want you to do today - I want you to spend some time thinking about what helps you relax, and if there are some things you think might help that you're not sure about, I want you to try them and see if they do, and I want you to spend some time getting used to your house - one of us should be able to hang out there with you for a while, if you want company. Okay?"
She nods. "I'll be here if you need me for anything."
"Let me know when you're ready to go out to the garden," Daisy adds.
Well, Nova will fetch his datapad, the other music disc, and quickly set it up, before letting Daisy know he's ready.
They can go right out, then; the garden is already watered, but there's weeding and fertilizing to do.
Well, Nova will set to work, working alongside Daisy, although with his earphones in. He starts humming absently along with the music part way through.
Awww.
She checks in with him at the end of every row, after the first couple, to see if he wants a break or a drink.
The first couple of times, he shakes his head, but eventually, stops mid-motion and hesitantly nods.
He could do with a break, and a drink, he's just...not entirely sure he's actually allowed one, not in a way that actually feels true right now.
All right, she signs. We can go sit in your house for a bit, unless you'd rather do something else.
Yeah.
She leads the way in: there's furniture, now; the front room is still mostly empty, but there's a small table with four plain chairs against the far wall by the bay window and a rug in concentric squares of bright blue and green covering the main part of the floor that weren't there when he last saw it. She goes to the kitchen area - at this point just a half-size refrigerator, a sink, and some storage - and fills a glass with water for him.
He looks around with wondering eyes. And sits down on the rug, running a hand over it, a smile on his face. He scrambles to his feet to take the glass off Daisy. Thank you.
He nods again - he supposes it wouldn't be easy for a droid to get used to the idea any more than it was for him. He drifts over to the bay window, and settles down there.
He won't stay settled for long, instead going to look in the other rooms.
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