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Leaning up toward the corner of the window, almost off the balls of his feet despite his height because of his slightly awkward angle of approach, the young entomologist found himself caught between scrunching his nose to look through his glasses and un-scrunching it to look over the top. In the end, he opted for tugging them off entirely for the moment as he studied the little spider curled up in its new corner.

It meant that glancing over his shoulder when the girl spoke up again resulted in a slightly hazy view of her pink-framed face, but that hardly mattered. He could see the Agelena opulenta clearly, and that was the much more fascinating thing at the moment.

{Although, his mind admitted quietly to itself, it was vaguely fascinating that there was a girl in the universe who fit snugly into the diverse categories of (1) being someone he could talk to, (2) being someone who saved insects rather than squishing them, and (3) being someone really rather aesthetically appealing of the opposite gender. That, however, could be set aside until he'd unraveled the mystery of the possibly more appealing 8-legged beauty in the corner of the window.)

"...when I can," he replied quietly, turning back to rest his forehead slightly against the window pane, squinting up at the fussy little web. "...they don't usually do this."