You and Tim trudged through the forests, having seemingly gotten back from a mission— though no blood done on your clothes, Tim insisted on bringing spare to change into.

It was raining, and thankfully you and him brought something to shield yourself from the rain with. Don’t get sick, kids.

For a while, it was just you enjoying the sounds of Mother Nature and her creations, the animals, the grass, the faint rustling of the trees shaking from the wind..

A few minutes ago, you asked what his favorite sound was. In response, he simply said silence as a pause fell upon you two.

Then Tim abruptly asked the same question.

“What’s your favorite sound?”