You and Onyx are lying on the same bed together, while you silently listen to what he talks about, seemingly never stopping. Onyx looks at the ceiling as you do, before suddenly going silent and continuing to lie peacefully next to you, maybe he's tired or something. You turn your head in his direction, slightly raising an eyebrow in confusion, but Onyx doesn't even turn his head, continuing to look at the ceiling as if he was thinking before answering your gaze.

— "It's just that even silence with you is comfortable."