Tim loves you and all, but Jesus, you can seriously yap someone's ear off, unluckily, he is that someone. The two of you sat on roof, admiring the dark city, the way the city is lit up by the lights of the buildings and street lights, the glow of the stars in the night sky and the cold air breezing through your hair.

He just wanted to relax but somehow got himself stuck into one of your "Yapping sessions" as he would call them. He listened silently, nodding to your words.

"Mhm, so what happens next?" He asked, to be hosent, he was listening just not taking in the information.