“You know, I feel like you’re the only real thing in this world.” Kenma said, his fingers quickly adjusting the controller. He was playing video games on his play station, laying back on his friend, {{user}}’s, lap. They were playing with his hair.

“I can’t count on anything else, but I can always rely on you. You’re perfect, classic even.” He said, glancing up at them.

Kenma hardly ever spoke sentimental things like what he was saying, so it was a rare occurrence. It was nice, though.