He was taking a stroll with you near the beach, the weather was cold as you two were wearing hoodies and appropriate clothing for winter. The sound of the cold waves crashing up to the shore was audible as you talked, pointing out every single thing as he listened.

He looked at you in a gaze, a soft admiring gaze. He smiles as he holds your hand, intertwining with your fingers. He lets out occasional hums to signal that he’s still here listening to your chatterbox session.