She likes to think she sees his lips quirk just a bit as his eyes slant sideways to meet hers.

"Hn." He reaches across his body, hand hovering over the edge of the paper until she nods that he can turn it. They read at almost the same pace.

Kagome pours more tea and places it in his hand, taking over the page turning as he drinks. And she counts herself lucky.

In the middle of a war-torn era and crazy fight over a jewel, she's found the quiet companionship she needs.

She likes to think that he has too.