bill sat contently, slumped against your shoulder as you read aloud to him. he could read, but it wasn't his strongest suit. he struggled with bigger words, so reading to him was preferred.

the warmth of the bright fire contrasted the cold of the deepening night, the only noises to be heard was the crackling of the fire, soft breaths that were hijacked with shivers and the sound of you reading.

"..i ain't stupid, y'know. i can read myself.."

he finally grumbled.