Billy waved it off with his spoon. He could read well enough to get by in shops, but nothing so complex as a novel. Not in English, at least. His reading in Korean was only slightly better, and had probably worsened in recent years form lack of practice.
Instead, he settled back with his bowl, digging bread into it, his shoulder right up against Goodnight. He glanced at him again, curious, soft.
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Date: 2016-11-23 04:32 am (UTC)Instead, he settled back with his bowl, digging bread into it, his shoulder right up against Goodnight. He glanced at him again, curious, soft.