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Steve lays, sprawled out on the couch, glasses perched on his nose, one of Eddie’s nerd books in hand. He’s never been much of a reader, but Eddie is always quoting this damn thing and he would never say it , but Steve can tell it bugs him, that Steve hasn’t read it. That this book is important to him. And he’d gone to that big game with him a few months ago, even though Steve knows he was bored to death. And he clearly tried to get excited whenever Steve cheered. So… Lord of the Rings it is. Even if the long names confuse the hell out of him and he could do without the half page descriptions of a single tree .
He hears Eddie come in, door closing quickly behind him as he mumbles to himself. “ Fucking freezing.”
Steve marks his page and looks up as Eddie comes in the room, hurrying over as he rubs his hands together, trying to get warmth back into his fingers. Steve opens his arms as Eddie flops down onto the couch, wrapping his arms around Steve’s middle with a heavy sigh. Steve presses a kiss to his head, smiling against his wild curls, a little damp from the snow before he sucks in a harsh breath as a deathly cold plasters itself to the bare skin of his sides as Eddie slides his hands under his shirt.
He swats Eddie with the book. “Your hands are like fucking icicles, Eds.”
Eddie looks up at him with big, pleading eyes. “You’re so warm.”
Steve rolls his eyes and settles back against the couch, shaking his head and bringing the book back to a spot he can read from.
Eddie’s eyes flick to the book, and then to Steve’s face, widening with wonder as a crooked smile spreads on his face. “Are you actually reading Lord of the Rings?”