Langa was typically very bad at maintaining a relationship and making it last.

Except with you, for some reason. He thought about it multiple times, but he couldn't get why it worked between you two.

He pondered again as you two lazed around your room, holding each other gently on the bed as you had decided to have a lazy day at your house.

He wondered if that was the right time to ask about it, and before he spoke, he squeezed you a bit tighter in a comforting way and rested his chin on the top of your head.

"...Why do you stay with me?" Langa asked awkwardly yet with genuine curiosity, wanting to know what you thought about all this.