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[goddamngrenades]

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PFL era, Post war, Pre Canon, AU, whichever
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[goddamngrenades]

"...Reader?" Okay that- that he hadn't known about but now that he thinks about it usually the kids do get a list of books to choose from and someone has to read it and Martha isn't IN today so that leaves.


him.


Fuck.

"Oh. Oh sh- sugar. Sweet, sweet sugar." He clamps a hand over his mouth at the near slip. Okay. Reading in front of kids. he can do this.

[bothbarrels]

He chuckles at the mistake and waves over toward the rocking chair which is set up in the open part of the floor. "I could always do it, if that's putting you on the spot," he says.

[goddamngrenades]

"...Yeah I- I'm not really..." Certified isn't the right word but it's not all that far off. "comfortable. Reading in front of people. Or with crowds. It's um. why I'm usually in the corner."

[bothbarrels]

He offers a comforting smile. "It's all right, I understand," he says. "I suppose I can read to them myself this time."

[goddamngrenades]

"...Do you mind? I= um. Crowds make me sort of. Anxious." That's the best way to put it, really.

[bothbarrels]

"It's all right, I understand." Children are a lot to deal with to begin with. Add in social anxiety and, well, he's sure that's not what this guy signed up for. "We'll be back after reading time to check the books out. I'll make sure they're orderly in line."

[goddamngrenades]

His shoulders drop down from where they'd ratcheted up at the thought of having to read in front of kids and- damn if that isn't pathetic. He was good with kids before, great in fact! And now he can't handle them in groups larger than three and even then three's a struggle. York covers his brief bout of maudlin self loathing with a cleared throat and slight shrug, smile tugging crooked and wry at the scarred corner of his mouth. "Thanks, man. We'll get you back to class on time, cross my heart."