“If that’s what you want, I will cook for you, and read my own book beside you,” Armaan smiled warmly. The idea of it sounded really nice, actually. And if that was what Freddie wanted for his day, Armaan would happily do it. “We can tell each other about what we’re reading.”
He leaned his head against Freddie’s shoulder then and asked, “how much of your life do you remember? Is a lot of it fuzzy? I have trouble remembering last week sometimes, so hundreds of years, just…it doesn’t even compute.”