Socialzing wasn't one he does on the daily.

Only interacting to his bird, writing poems were a part of his daily routine. The male wouldn't think he'd have an actual friend who didn't mind his rather cold and silent nature.

"Zima.. Is.." He started, hoping to not stutter too much as he held his small bird friend, who was chirping, in his palms. "M- missing you.."

His tone sounded flustered, looking away, you had been away awhile and he missed you. Not just his bird.

"B- bird.. Not me.."