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bo liked to read. a lot. and as the sun shone down, as fierce as ever on the Louisiana backwoods, bo hid away, like he always wanted to.
he's lay on the couch, thin curtains drawn to keep the heat at bay, and a dripping can of dr pepper on the coffee table. the book he's reading is second hand, something vincent picked up for him years ago from some yard sale in the city that he never got around to reading, with a cracked spine and already-dog-eared pages.
he flips a page absently, eyes quickly scanning the page before folding it back.
you're in the kitchen, making lunch. the room glows golden with sunlight as you finish up, cutting bo's sandwiches into quarters. you cut your own into halves.
making your way back into the family room, both plates in hand, bo is just turning another page.
"what are you reading?" you ask, placing his lunch down on the coffee table. you nudge his legs and he makes room for you to sit down.
his eyes don't leave the page. "stranger in a strange land," he drawls, turning another page.
you chuckle, "so much for 'light summer reading'." the book is long. longer than anything you've read, and bo's already a quarter of the way through.
"i been meanin' to get 'round to it," he half-mutters. "and there's no time like the present."
"i suppose," you shrug, taking a bite of your own sandwich. "maybe i should start on a book too."
"you could," bo agrees. he sits up to put his own book down, open on the coffee table. he picks up his plate, leaning back to balance it on his stomach while he eats. "i got plenty o' books lyin' around, sure you could find one you wanna read."