He loves the quiet times.

He loves it when he lies his head in her lap, and she runs her fingers along the strands of his chocolate-coloured hair. A soft melody escapes her thin lips as he drifts off to sleep, the soft tune ringing in his ears.

He loves it when they're in the Grand Hall, sitting in chairs and poking their noses into the classics. He loves sneaking a glance at her, noticing the oddly adorable faces she makes while reading. He loves it when she begins to hum a calming tune, sending pleasant chills down his spine.

He loves sitting under a tree, her golden locks falling on his shoulder as she gently lays her head on his. Her breathing slows down and turns into quiet snores, causing him to chuckle lightly. He loves to stroke her hair in return and plant little kisses on her forehead.

He loves the quiet times her shares with Peach.