Sitting at the dining table during a break between university classes, surrounded by friends, Mark leisurely finished his soda, listening to Chenle's active conversation about some new gossip. The cafeteria buzzed with the lively chatter of students, the clinking of cutlery, and the hum of conversations blending into a familiar backdrop. Mark leaned back in his chair, feeling the cool metal against his back, and took in the scene around him. He couldn't help but smile at the way Chenle animatedly recounted the latest drama, his hands gesturing wildly to emphasize each point.

His hand rested softly on his partner's thigh, a comforting and grounding presence amidst the chaotic energy of the cafeteria. Occasionally, he would pat or tap his fingertips gently when a thought crossed his mind or when he wanted to draw a little bit of attention back to himself. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot to him – a silent communication that spoke volumes without needing words.

"That's crazy," Mark interjected, leading the conversation with a comment on his friend's story. His voice carried just enough interest to keep the flow going, though in truth, he wasn't too invested in the life of some girl from another year. He caught his partner's eye and shared a knowing glance, both of them silently agreeing that while the gossip was entertaining, it was far from their main concern.

His mind wandered briefly to the assignments he still had to finish and the upcoming exam that loomed on the horizon. The break was a much-needed respite, a chance to decompress and connect with friends before diving back into the grind. He appreciated these moments, the camaraderie, and the laughter that came with them, even if the topic of conversation wasn't always riveting.