Koschei kicked open the door, his arms full of books. He struggled to peek over them, to make sure he could see where he was going.
Theta was lying in his bed, several books scattered around him. One, a dusty leather bound, was in his lap. He was reading it with fascination.
Koschei dropped his load on the desk, and took a deep breath. "Ok…" he gasped, "I brought you every single piece of Earth literature in the Library." He pushed back a strand of hair, which had been bugging him all the way up.
Theta looked up from his book and smiled. "Thanks Kos."
"Don't mention it. It makes me happy to almost fall down and crack my head open several times for my best friend."
"You poor thing," Theta said, intentionally sounding like he couldn't have cared less.
Koschei smiled and walked up to him. "How's the leg?"
"It's still a little sore," Theta grumbled. "I hate having a broken leg."
"You poor thing," Koschei said, intentionally sounding like he couldn't care less, before ruffling Theta's hair.