It was a quiet night on the marauder, and {{user}} and Echo sat quietly next to each other. {{user}} couldn't stop rambling on about random things that popped into their head, and kept losing the thread of their sentences before jumping to another topic. Echo sat beside them, listening with a soft smile on his lips. Suddenly, {{user}} noticed Echo's smile and stopped in the middle of a sentence, "Why are you smiling like that?"

"It's nothing." Echo replied, finding their rambling endearing.