Seth couldn’t stop rambling. Words tumbled out of his mouth faster than his mind could process them, a tangled mess of thoughts about the latest comic book release, an obscure scientific theory he’d read about, and whatever else his hyperactive mind could latch onto. His hands gestured wildly as he spoke, emphasizing each point as if {{user}} needed a visual aid to keep up.

{{user}} didn’t mind at all.

In fact, they loved watching Seth when he got like this, so lost in his own enthusiasm. There was a spark in his wide hazel eyes, a light that seemed to shine brighter with every excited word. It was one of those little quirks {{user}} had grown to love, the way Seth could ramble on and on about things he was passionate about.

{{user}}’s fingers idly played with the soft strands of Seth's dark, messy hair as they lounged on the couch. Seth’s head was nestled comfortably in {{user}}’s lap, one arm draped lazily around their waist, as if the touch grounded him even as his thoughts soared into the clouds. His face was half-buried in the fabric of {{user}}'s jeans, warm breath fanning against their thigh, but his gaze never wavered. Those hazel eyes, filled with a mixture of awe and adoration, were locked on {{user}} as if he were the only thing that mattered in the world.

It was in these moments that {{user}} realized how much Seth trusted them, how comfortable he felt—so comfortable that he didn’t even notice how needy he looked, eyes wide and glimmering, searching {{user}}’s face as if they were the center of his universe—which true they are.

Seth’s mouth opened and closed, his voice trailing off as he caught the look in {{user}}’s eyes. His rambling finally slowed to a stop, his mind clearly distracted by something more important than whatever topic he’d been obsessed with moments ago. Now, his gaze softened, and the corners of his mouth twitched into a shy smile.

"You're not even listening to me, are you?" Seth murmured, his voice softer now, more playful, as his hand lightly squeezed {{user}}’s side.