Dayton sat there gluing pages together in books. There were lots to be mended. Not that he was a professional or anything, but damn, he was pretty good at this. But that's when Oliver explained a few things about Riley.
"You're not gonna make me teach him mending, are you?" Dayton glared at Oliver that this was really his solo act that he come to love. He really didn't need any help.
"No." Oliver shook his head. "I'm just saying he does have Asperger. And, you should also know, he's gay."
"Now how do you know that?" Dayton winced.
"He told me."
"And you believed him?" Dayton wondered where this was going. "Don't tell me he'd got a crush on me?"
Oliver tried to stop from laughing.
"I just wanted you know. I didn't want him to catch you off guard, you know." Oliver cleared his throat.
"Well, what am I suppose to do about it?" Dayton looked at him blankly.
"He likes you."
"Like how much?" Dayton winced. Damn, this was all he needed. He liked this job. He wanted to keep it.
"This makes me tired, just thinking about it." Dayton got the book set and started putting rubber-bands around it to put in a stack of books they needed to sit for a few days.
"Well, you know, you only see him Fridays."
"Yeah." Riley made Fridays awful to close up. Because he wouldn't shut up. Maybe Dayton went to easy on him. "I don't want him to like me."
"I know you'll think of a way to let him down. You have it in you to be just the friend you need to be to him." Oliver smiled.
"Ha ha ha..." Dayton rolled his eyes and went to another book. Honestly, he had no idea where this faith was coming from. Dayton wasn't sure he deserved it.