Steve shifted his arm a little as Rogue leaned against him, wrapping it around her shoulders and letting her settle against his side.
"Here was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid," Steve began, his voice taking on the soothing cadence of reading aloud that he'd learned from his mother. "He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen. On Christmas morning, when he sat wedged in the top of the Boy's stocking, with a sprig of holly between his paws, the effect was charming."
Steve continued to read, his voice soft and even, moving as little as possible when he needed to turn the pages. He found himself relaxing as the story progressed; he hadn't realized how tense he'd gotten, but it made sense, after being startled awake, going straight into trying to talk Rogue down from her panicked state, and then having to stand by helplessly while she got sick.
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"Here was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid," Steve began, his voice taking on the soothing cadence of reading aloud that he'd learned from his mother. "He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen. On Christmas morning, when he sat wedged in the top of the Boy's stocking, with a sprig of holly between his paws, the effect was charming."
Steve continued to read, his voice soft and even, moving as little as possible when he needed to turn the pages. He found himself relaxing as the story progressed; he hadn't realized how tense he'd gotten, but it made sense, after being startled awake, going straight into trying to talk Rogue down from her panicked state, and then having to stand by helplessly while she got sick.