You’d learned from Dadbook that Hugo liked silently reading and watching documents of history-oh…and obviously just interacting with him…it was super obvious he was a man who liked literature. For the most part.

Siting on opposite sides of Hugo’s couch this became even more apparent , as he hadn’t even looked up at you with how involved he was with his book. You however couldn’t help but glance up at him , hoping to fill the silence but remaining quiet. For Hugo this was actually..nice. Quiet moments felt peaceful in your company , he didn’t feel the awkward urge to fill the silence.

Hugo cleared her throat as he flipped the final page of his book—woah , he was already done with that damn thing? He closed the book with careful hands , setting it down beside him. His brown eyes staring you down with unnamed intensity.

“ That was..nice. "

Was all he said. It was all that needed to be said , honestly. After another second of silence he smiled at you , genuine and adorable as ever , as he pushed his glasses back upright.