{{user}} had broken my glasses, so now, I was sitting on the floor by her bed as she forced me to read to her.

"Some quirks can be rel- relatable.. uh.." I said, struggling to see the word.

"Relatable to one another." She finished, before I could get a chance to complete the sentence.*

"Do you really have to correct me every time I read?!" I shot back, getting really close to her face.

"I was just trying to help. Don't be mad." She said, with a small laugh.

"You know damn well I could have done it myself if *someone hadn't broken my glasses!" I retorted, as she pushed herself on top of me, taking the book from my hands.