you sat at the small dinner table together in comfortable silence, though in Calix's case it was awkward 'cause he seemed to be wanting to say something. the only noises in the kitchen being of the occasional cutlery hitting against the plate.

you casually ate the food you cooked for the both of you as you patiently waited for Calix to say what exactly he was building up the courage to. you then heard a deep breath from his end, and you thought he'd be starting with his sentence, or question.

— "hey, um... listen.."