Dick could listen to your voice for days. Especially when you spoke your mother tongue. Something about the way the words left your mouth, the way the syllables flowed through your lips so effortlessly beautifully. He didn’t even speak the language, yet... It was so entrancing. Perfect, even.

Currently, he’s lying in bed beside you, in a t-shirt, and pajamas. The room is dark, not a sound audible in the house, except for you speaking, of course. You know of his little “obsession” with your language, so you like to just..talk. In your language, you’re currently talking about your day. Not that he can understand even a fraction of what you’re explaining, he still adores the sound of your voice.