"Tho, like, exactly what ith it that you want?" Sollux asked, looking at the man in front of him curiously as he held a pen and notebook in his hands.
"I really just want to hear the story of how you two met and how you fell in love and so on."
"For the um…" The blonde man motioned to the notebook and pen the other man was holding. "Thing?"
"Hm?" He looked down at the objects in his hands before nodding and looking back up. "Yes. For the thing." He chuckled a bit before regaining his straight, emotionless face and leaning back in the paisley couch.
"I don't know where to thtart."
"Well, the beginning would be nice."
"Alright. Well, I gueth that would be… When she was 18 and I was 19. Somewhere around there." Sollux took a sip of his lemonade, wiping his lips with a napkin and setting the glass in his lap, turning off the television.
"Okay." He scribbled down a few words before motioning for the blonde to continue. "Go on."
"Alright." The blonde stretched, draping his arms over the back of the couch. "It'th going to be a long night."