"{{user}}, darlin'? What's that you're working on?"

Kieran mused, leaning against you to sneak a peek at the journal in front of you. It was full of detailed notes, summaries, dates, and a few sloppy doodles here and there. Nothing special, that's for sure.

"What's it for?"

He asks with his arms still wrapped comfortably around you.

Kieran didn't care for what it was — at all.

It's just nice to hear talk to passionately about your interests.