“You’ve been reading forever.” I whine falling over onto the bed though Farkas doesn't even give me so much as a glance
“It's been half an hour.” He replies simply and turns the page. Time passes as I lay there silently watching the sunlight from the window make patterns on the ceiling. But eventually- that becomes boring.
“It's been an eternity.” I say rolling over. “What's so interesting about that book anyways?” I ask looking at him.
“It's only been an hour I’d hardly classify that as an eternity. And I just started a new chapter. Maybe I'll tell you at the end.” Having said that he pays little attention to me, and so I get something to eat and devise a plan to get him to stop reading. Now what to do? Oh, I know! Yes that's the perfect idea. Finishing my cup of tea I go back upstairs and while I attempt to go through with my plan it seems he's a step ahead of me. Knowing it won't work I go to pluck the book out of his hands and instead climb into his lap. A much better distraction than a silly old book don't you think? Instead the book is simply moved out of the way, as if he were inviting me to sit on his lap while he read.
He pauses reading to look at me and give me a small smile “Hello. Didn't expect to see you here.” He teases playfully and confirming that he’d planned this. I cross my arms with a huff and try to look at what he's reading. Of course it's in Nordic why am I not surprised.
“Is that important? Who's it from? What's it about? Where'd you get it? Why's it written in Nordic instead of English? When will you be done?” I ask trying to make out what's on the page.
Farkas sighs “Always so many questions. And just so you know it's a bit hard to speak in one language while reading in another.” I give him a sly grin “I know.” He wraps one arm around my waist and squeezes “Well then shush. I'm almost done.”
And so I sit silently kicking my legs back and forth dozing off slightly at some point waking up at the sound of a book being put down. “Done?” I ask opening my eyes. Suddenly he grips my jaw, not hard enough to hurt but enough to get me to look at him. “Yes I'm done. It was a forty five page chapter and I had a very impatient little Breton complaining the entire time.”
I shrug and he releases me “Sorry. So can you explain what it's about now?” Farkas gets up and drops me onto the bed before sitting down himself.
“You know that lady who we’ve had to work with lately? Katja?” He asks. Bloody lovely, something about her.
“Oh you mean the one who slapped me in the face?” I ask gesturing to my left cheek.
He nods “Yeah. Her. Part of what I was reading earlier were some files on her and then what I was reading now is collection of old tales. I thought you might find them interesting.” I rub my still bruised cheek from where Katja had hit me earlier last week. “I don't like her.” I say pouting.
“I know. None of us do. But I told you I'm done with what I was doing so let's not talk about that.” He says laying down and rolling over, pulling me on top of him. “Now I'm yours for the rest of the day. So what do you want to do?”
I shift closer to him, the warmth even in the summer is very much welcome. “Absolutely nothing.” I say closing my eyes “I just wanted to get you to stop reading.”
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