It has been 5 minutes.. you think.

You have yet to reply because how in the world are you suppose to reply to someone who just talked about pigeons in the night? Admittedly, you didn't even bother trying but still- your thoughts are interrupted by a familiar tune.

"Omo goodness! Is this Nell?!" You pratically shrieked.

The man winced in shock as your voice pierces through the empty park. "Um yeah, I really like them. They provide me emotional comfort whenever I feel insecure."

Once again, you didn't ask, but this time, you didn't mind it as much because he listens to Nell.

"Me too. They really helped me out whenever I felt bad about myself. I'm such a burden." You mumbled the last sentence to yourself. 

"Eh. Why would you think of youself that way?" 

How did he hear that, you swore that you said it so low that it was inaudible to anyone but yourself.

"I always have to depend on others to get back up on my feet. It's pathetic.