He's a bit behind schedule; after disengaging himself from the now-huge puzzle the kids were working on, he spent a couple of minutes talking to Cheche.

He hums as he walks up the stairs; straightening his shirt because it wrinkled as he was bent over the puzzle on the floor.

He ducks his head into the third floor of the library, uncertain as to if Trowa will be there or still in his room. He smiles, spotting Trowa on the couch.

"Hey," he says, as he walks in.