The thing with a book you've read many times is that you do not need to throw yourself into the emotional investment of finding Gabriel's memories in the painting of Alejandro. The sentence construction and flow itself is a reassuring beat, familiar and comforting, drawing you into the story whether you will it or not.

Quatre's crossed his left leg over his right knee, right hand holding the book open. The turning involved has actually brought him closer to Trowa, but he doesn't realize until a few chapters in when he bumps his arm, startles slightly, and smiles over at him before moving slightly to a better (but not actually further away) position.