Silence filled the flower field you both sat in. You and Scanlan were teenagers, having met in his home town after his mother was murdered. Becoming best friends, then partners, was special to him. You both watched the sun slowly setting, the reds and oranges crossing the sky.

It was always a comfortable silence between you two, just listening to the wind. Despite you both being rowdy, always sneaking into bars and stealing drinks, you both found serenity and peace in each other's presence.

The gnome scooted closer to you, pulling you down to lay in the damp grass beside him, staring up as the stars and night sky began to meet the gorgeous sunset. Both of your breathing was soft, in sync.