The books hit the ground and Gideon looks a little like he's having a heart attack. Or maybe he looks a little like somebody's mom is going to walk in on them and have a heart attack. "I could've -" he starts. Then stops. Then pulls a hand up to his mouth and very narrowly avoids sinking his teeth into his knuckle. "Okay. That's -" His fingers twitch. "Okay."

He doesn't, it might be noted, watch out. At all.

He does, however, tip his head at Hawthorne and the amount of space left between rows of books. "So are you planning on shimmying through a shelf?" If the expression on his face looks skeptical, it's because it is. "Because it's going to be real unfortunate if the shelf decides to go on a trip in the middle of that and it bisects you."