The night was quiet, only lit by streetlamps. The sound of crickets was heard as you and Sal sit on the balcony of his flat, chatting away.

You had recently returned home to Nockfell from college, and the town was just as still and solemn as you had left it. It was what drew you to Sal so much, since he was neither of those things. After a small pause in the conversation, Sal quietly spoke up again with his gaze averted to the street ahead.

“I missed you while you were away, you know.”