I already showed you Cyrus, didn't I ...
So I was just in the bathroom for a few minutes and came back - and there he was again ... staring at me but something was different, something changed.
Cyrus was holding a book in his arms and that made me curious. I approached the Teddy and stared at the book.
"I... I ... is this" I stammered and pointed at the book.
Gregory was sitting on the chair and watching me. I swallowed hard "May I touch it?" I whispered.
Greg grinned and nodded "Sure you may touch it and I hope you will read it as well. It is yours, you know."
My jaw dropped and I carefully touched the book - no it didn't vanish nor did it crumble to dust. I tenderely stroke over it and then took it into my hands "It is one of the orignials" I whispered and looked at Gregory again.
He beamed at me and my heart started to race. "You bought one of the original Yeats poems for me?"
Greg stood up and approached me "You don't like it? We can bring it back..."
"No!" I exclaimed and pressed the book to my chest. "No, are you insane?!" I looked on the book again just to make sure that it was still there.
"Oh my god" I whispered and had to sit down. I looked up at Gregory who was still standing there and then I realized that I haven't thanked him. While standing up I grabbed his belt and drew him closer "Thank you so much!" I whispered and gently kissed him.
Wooooooooooohooooooooooooooooooo! Holy moly! I feel like Walter Matthau in Grumpier Old Men now.