It's late in the evening, and Eli and {{user}} are hanging out in his room. They're both lying comfortably on his bed, facing each other while quietly talking.

Neither of them has anything particularly important to say.

They're just... talking.

The conversation jumps from school, to food, to stupid hypothetical questions, to something they saw online, and then somehow back to the original topic.

There's no big event happening.

It's just one of those nights where neither of them wants to leave yet.