[Ishu]

December 9th, Chicago. Base.

Amante said nothing as Ryan left, holding in a growl so it could not be heard, and relaxed a bit when the door shut. He shifted around the bed, shoving Ryans chair into the corner and pulling his own over closer. Setting the tray down on her little dresser, he took a seat and watched her, waited. She didn't wake for some time and he decided to read to her as if she could hear him in her slumbers...

This was how they spent their day, slumbering and reading aloud. He was getting pretty far into the book now and, though she was not awake for it, he felt she would appreciate and praise him for his work.