Cicero X Reader: On the Way to a Target

*this takes place after the main Dark Brotherhood questline in Skyrim

"Listener!!!! Stop running so fast! Poor Cicero can't keep up!!!!" Cicero stammered.
My (hair length) (hair color) flowed in Skyrims cool breeze. I slowed down a bit, then I stopped walking all together.
"Listener!!! Cicero is fond of the Listeners quick walking abilities... But *pant* Cicero does not have the same ability..." Cicero panted
"Sorry Cicero..." I said the wind whipping my breath away like it was a baby hawk feather. Like nothing.
"Oh it's ok my beautiful Listener."
I do have to admit its weird having someone adore me... Wait- I'm sure it's just nothing... More Meaningless babble that constantly comes out if his mouth.
"B-beautiful?" My lips quivered... But not because I was cold... It was because I haven't said that word in a while... Beautiful... To me it was usually a word used to describe every woman to a drunk man. But this time... It felt like much more than that...
"Yes... Cicero thinks the Listener is very beautiful... Oh very very very.... Cicero knows why the Night Mother chose the Listener as the ... Listener... Yes yes yes... Cicero knows..."
Listener... Hmm. I wonder If he actually knows my name... It's always just Listener this.., and Listener that...
"Do you even know my name..." I muttered
"Why yes I do Listener it's (your characters name) "
How did he even hear that?!
"Cicero think it's quite a beautiful name..."
"Cicero, how did you know? I never told you..."
"Oh why Listener!!!" He says elatedly but then his voice dies down... And he puts his head down and frowns "Astrid told Cicero..."
"Astrid... I miss her so much..."
"Cicero is very sorry... Cicero wishes he never came! But he did..."
Feeling the teardrops starting to form I closed my eyes. I had them closed for quite awhile until Cicero said "Listener... I made our camp"
"Oh... Thanks." I walked over to the fire
"Cicero is very sorry...." Cicero hugged me and lightly whispered, "Oh Listener... It isn't your fault.."
"It isn't your fault either Cicero..."
"Cicero lightly kissed me on my forehead as a slowly fell asleep in the vast province of Skyrim... Next to a Jester... And one that I think I feel in love with..