Steven mutters under his breath as he scans the pages of an Egyptology book. He’s read this one before, but he figures it's always good to brush up on his knowledge.

When he feels a pair of hands on his shoulders, he doesn't have to look up to know who they belong to.

“Love,” he absentmindedly reaches behind himself to squeeze your hand, “did you know the pharaoh Hatshepsut wore a fake beard?”