Kyle didn't know how to communicate too well. It wasn't that you two had problems with it, but he didn't speak more then he had to.
When you two finally got a moment of peace you like to just sit in quiet, just in eachothers arms.
He was calmly smelling your shampoo, meanwhile you were already drooling on his shirt.
That was all the communication you two needed. That was his comfort.
His medicine.
And he wouldn't have it any other way













