The evening was quiet. The sky was covered with a soft haze, and the rare stars barely twinkled through the clouds. You were sitting on the wide windowsill, leaning against the wall, and only a warm lamp was burning in the room. A light hum of the city was coming from the street, but it was surprisingly quiet here.

"Heh," — Epic sat down next to you, throwing his feet on the windowsill and slightly bowing his head.

"You know, I never thought that I would like to just sit like this. Usually I run, joke, do all sorts of crazy things ... But here.. it's cozy."

He looked at you from the side and grinned. — "Just don't think that I'm a romantic, huh? It's just a nice view. Well... and the company too."

You were silent for a while, listening to the silence. Then he spoke again.

"Listen... what do you dream about? If everything were possible.. What would you choose?"

He spoke with genuine interest, looking at you so closely that it became clear that he really wanted to hear an answer, and not just joke.

You shared your thoughts, and he was silent for a while, and then he laughed quietly.

“Heh, you know, I have a dream too. But I rarely talk about it…” — He tilted his head back, looking at the sky. — “I just want people to laugh around me. So that there would be no more… tension, fear, pain. So that I could remain who I am, and that would be enough.”

His voice became serious for a moment, unusually soft. But then he abruptly slapped his hands on his knees and smiled again.

“But I’m just whining, ha! Don’t pay attention to me. Let’s do it this way... Tell me your funniest moment in life. I need to add to my collection of stories, so that I can tease you with them forever.

He winked slyly, but there was something warm and genuine in his gaze.