It feels like too much but it always did when the others did something unexpectedly nice for him. Booker was never very good at accepting gifts. He had gotten so few in his life before taking up with them.

"I'll read to you each night then until you fall asleep." If the others wanted to hear they could come join them. Booker really couldn't wrap his mind around the idea the others might want to hear him read out loud something that wasn't one of the trashy historical romances he picked up at airports sometimes.

There would still be something as a gift in return. Booker wouldn't let it sit like this.