It didn't take him too long to think of the constant noise of a pen scribbling over a paper as a relaxing thing.
Talon sat at the edge of the bed, eyes focused on cleaning his favorite blade. Ezreal sat at his desk, allowing soft disgusted noises escape his lips everytime he found a mistake on the old map as if it was the most terrible thing in the world to see. That night was one of those he liked the most, a night they wouldn't talk much but simply enjoy each other's presence.
He had noticed it always happened when they were in Noxus, at his secret home away from the DuCouteau's mansion, away from curious eyes and lying tongues. They never talked about that, but Talon knew how much the blond loathed his occupation, the way he followed Marcus' orders blindly as a dog. The Piltovian cared and worried just too much.
Ezreal asked something he didn't bother to understand. Talon grumbled in response. A pen hit his head and the assassin looked up only to see icy blue eyes staring at him so intently he completely forgot to breathe for a second or two. Silence fell between them, a relaxing, comforting kind of silence they both enjoyed.
The blond smiled, standing up. The Noxian placed the blade aside, simply watching as Ezreal approached and pushed him against the mattress, snuggling himselft against Talon's chest, whispering something that sounded as a 'love you'.
The reply got stuck on his throat once more and he swallowed the dangerous words back, arms wrapped around the warm, quite fragile body next to his. Some things didn't need to be said out loud, at least not yet. Sometimes the silence was his best answer.