"Because reading is for squares," Kira answers easily, finding Credence well before he's had to endure the studying of interacting with Credence in Graves' presence. He's actually snuck off to fool around with girls who had fathers less suspicious and controlling, and he has no such intentions with this friend.
Instead of sitting at Credence's side, Kira just leans a hip against the long bow of Credence's back, peering over his shoulder to see the same book it always is. He wonders if it's a comfort to read about a monster more human than its creator, or just a means of pressing a bruise, over and over.
The latter is probably why they have books at all.
Slipping a finger into the collar of his own shirt, stretched by every body he's shared it with, he tugs the damp fabric away from Credence's skin. Even after he fainted on his own porch, Credence insists on covering up. "Come on," he says, leaning on him in friendly, shit-giving earnest: "we're going swimming at the waterfall."
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Instead of sitting at Credence's side, Kira just leans a hip against the long bow of Credence's back, peering over his shoulder to see the same book it always is. He wonders if it's a comfort to read about a monster more human than its creator, or just a means of pressing a bruise, over and over.
The latter is probably why they have books at all.
Slipping a finger into the collar of his own shirt, stretched by every body he's shared it with, he tugs the damp fabric away from Credence's skin. Even after he fainted on his own porch, Credence insists on covering up. "Come on," he says, leaning on him in friendly, shit-giving earnest: "we're going swimming at the waterfall."