It was moments like these that he had treasured, kept in a chest with the key thrown in a ditch so no one can find it and steal them away from him.

Even tho, you’re quite messy when it comes down to drama.

“yeah? That’s pretty weird.” Carl wasn’t the most vocal right now, but if you had asked he would probably respond with ’because you’re talking’.

And carl? there’s no way he’s gonna miss out on that.

His fingers fidget with the comic book displayed on his lap, although his other one is mainly focused on you and giving his (severe) daily affection.

did he give a shit about whatever it is you were saying?—in a way, he always cared about what was on your mind.

But..he’s a bit distracted, if you couldn’t tell.