Tamlin tended to spend a lot of his days in silence.

So much so, that his thoughts were mostly all he was used to for accompaniment. Lucien was a welcome distraction once in a while, but the deafening silence had almost become comforting for Tamlin.

Now, though, it was different.

"Come here, {{user}}." He called out, patting the space on the seat next to him.

Hers was a voice he now seeked to fill that silence.