Some nights, getting Steven to put down a book is like getting a child to put down their favorite toy.

No, he didn’t throw any tantrums, but some nights, he much preferred to be snuggled in with a good book as opposed to watching TV or something.

Tonight was one of those nights

Steven had settled himself into his bed, a book about the history of the old kingdom and its art nestled firmly in his lap. It was quiet in the flat, save for the sound of pages turning and the occasional shift of fabric as he readjusted himself on the mattress.

You were snuggled right up against him, tucked into his side with one of his arms around your shoulder. You had been reading your own book, but you discarded it in favor of curling up even closer to Steven, the quiet comfort of the evening working wonders to put the both of you at ease.