It was a hot summer night while the two of you sat in your room, your computer playing a show that was honestly just on as background noise at this point. You’d been talking for probably the last half hour, the topic starting out with your opinion on the show but later shifting to something else, and you must’ve brought up at least five different topics by now.

That didn’t matter to Langa though, he loved listening to you talk, the stories you told and the jokes he cracked. He knew he liked you, it was painfully obvious, even to someone like himself who wasn’t the best with feelings, whether it be someone else’s or his own. But he knew he liked you, and he would never ask you to stop talking.