Well... there were a lot of different kinds. But my favorite books tended towards adventure. Tales of those who were able to go on far-reaching journeys across the world, largely to find themselves and their true calling.

[ Freedom from expectation and pressures indeed. He remembers wishing he could embark on such adventures and meet steadfast friends like those hiding within the pages. And while he miraculously had those friends now, he supposes completely and utterly happy endings might truly be fantasy. It's not like he's miserable- but some facets of a normal life are truly well beyond his reach.

Upon invitation, Richard approaches- only needing to take a few steps before he'll carefully sit beside him, on a crate pressed up against his. ]

There has been quite a lot going on, [ he responds, a gloved hand resting between them, the other folded neatly in his lap. At the very least, he wants Asbel to know that Richard considers his worries to be no burden at all. ] If there's anything on your mind, Asbel, I'm always willing to listen.