When Ryder had first invited the other male to drop by, the intention was to finally crack open that old notebook of his and share the songs he'd kept locked in his head and in his guitars for the very first time. Like the sense of relief that comes with a weight lifting off ones shoulders, he was prepared to let the carefully crafted words and music live in someone's mind other than his own, yet he had his reserves. As a result, he was stalling, with his most treasured guitar tucked under his arm while his wide-eyed stare remained on Asher. His notebook (one of many) lay open beside him on the sofa, exposing the pages and the scrawling upon them completely.
"I mean, it's not very fantastic..." Ryder was mumbling on about the song not yet played, very clearly doing all he could to draw out the moment, "And you don't have to pretend it is either." Pausing for a moment, he peered down at the frets with the intention to play, but quickly halted to request, "Could you, like... look the other way?" ( — @asher-goldstein )
