Hey. Come on, he's a fucking treat here. Doc ought to feel blessed with his company, even when he's going out of his way to prod at him.

The look gets a shrug of his shoulders. Come on, he can't run to the library in the middle of the goddamn night, can he? That's when he wanted to read... and maybe see what else he could puzzle out about Henry. "Just needed something to zone out on... Didn't expect the parenting books though."

Or the tailoring books, for that matter. "You getting ready for that friend of yours' kid?"