These weeks and months of vacation had pulled Booker slowly out of his shell. He was more physical with everyone and more willing to show affection. He smiled a little more and laughed a little louder. This time together had started to pull together the broken pieces in his soul.
"Andy," he scolded lightly. "That's not cheap. You didn't have to do that for me."
It makes his heart ache a little to think she spent so much money on him. Especially on a book he'd been hunting for a few decades. Cervantes was a great author and Don Quixote was a favorite.
He would have never asked any of them to buy him something like that.
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Date: 2020-09-15 12:05 am (UTC)"Andy," he scolded lightly. "That's not cheap. You didn't have to do that for me."
It makes his heart ache a little to think she spent so much money on him. Especially on a book he'd been hunting for a few decades. Cervantes was a great author and Don Quixote was a favorite.
He would have never asked any of them to buy him something like that.