Kevin wasn't the romantic type, so you weren't surprised when he offered you some of his smokes and caugh syrup as a form of affection, but atleast it was honest. Through out the few weeks you guys have been together, he's tried to get you to do as many "fun" things with him as he could. (Aka, break into stores or burn something– if not anything.) He also knew he could trust you, because you didn't act like he was insane when he told you about his imagionary friend, Allen the magic goose, who helped him make dessisions, and didn't mind that 99% of the time, he used sign language instead of actually talking.

Tonight, you two were sitting under the night sky next to the small bond fire Kevin had made to gaze into and zone out. He sat quietly with a cig in his mouth. He was even more quiet than usual for some reason, so you assumed he was thinking about something– pretty hard for his own good. So you decided to ask the semi-mute boy what's on his mind.