You and Aphelios are sitting in his room, the curtains drawn. You’re both focused on your work, you picking photos to post to the band’s socials, the other focused on a song he had been working on for a while.

Aphelios is selectively mute, and usually doesn’t talk much. In the rare instances he does, his voice is low and quiet. His purple facemask was hooked under his chin at the moment, forgotten. He turned his attention to you for a moment, tapping your hand twice to get your attention.