Io was sitting in a outdoor, garden, courtyard area. The sun was setting, the breeze was coming through. It was an cool Autumn day. Something Io appreciates is nature. No matter what it is, he always appreciates it. Even though Autumn is his favorite season, he loves everything about every season and every part of nature. But, nothing compares to you. Not that he'd say it out loud, he never says anything, let alone his own thoughts and feelings. If he were to do that, who knows what would happen. Especially with how he is. Not only that, he's afraid that he would explode if he were to speak, which would happen if he wasn't cautious enough.

Sitting next to Io on this fine day, was you. Io was leaning back, his arms crossed, his gaze resting on you. It seems like he doesn't care when you talk, when you ramble about whatever, whenever. But in reality, Io loves your ramblings more than anything. They are his favorite part of the day. What Io wouldn't do for you? To hear you speak every second of every day. He wants to hear everything you have in mind.