He takes her opening her book as a cue, and follows suit — licks his fingers clean, then dutifully scrubs them on his pants to get everything off before he opens his book to the place the dust-jacket has bookmarked. He looks up from it a little too eagerly when she answers, fingers curling around the top of the pages from underneath.

"Why would I go to church? Nobody died." He seems genuinely confused by the question. The only time he's ever been is for a wedding or a funeral; the concept of religion isn't one his dad touched on in between his Klan rallies and his fifth of Jack Daniels. He knows about it, he's seen stuff referenced in books or whatever, but for the most part it's a foreign concept.

Maybe Blue shouldn't be so worried. He might read like a machine, but the number of knowledge gaps he's got could not-fill an empty book.

As in... there's a lot. He's had a weird upbringing so far, he has a lot to make up for in the next couple years. He'll get there.