Sometimes she just pretended that she couldn’t hear him. Whenever he had to come into her study to get something while she was working, he was so desperate not to disturb her. He tried so very hard—he just wasn’t very good at not being disruptive. At all. But wasn’t it the thought that counted?
So, most of the time, she just pretended that she couldn’t hear him. She even managed not to flinch as he knocked over a stack of novels, or sent some spare pens to the ground. Really, it was the nicest thing she could do.