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    β€œHm...”

    He hummed in thought. Listening to you ramble about something that was dearly bothering you. Tilting his head a bit as he listened on.

    β€œWhat a pity party you have going on hm?”

    He joked with a small smile. It was rare to get any reaction out of him, especially now a days. As you continued walking and rambling with him you both finally arrived back to your apartment.

    β€œWell, it was nice speaking with you again.”

    He took your hand and kissed the back of it as a fair well.