#threads: devon.

"shit, i should've have taken my chances out there," the musician said, his voice low and slightly raspy from the night before. he sat himself up on the couch, his shirt rumpled and his hair a glorious mess. "not that i’m complaining. just be prepared to see a bill from my chiropractor." his gaze flicked over her, lingering just a moment longer than necessary on the way her robe cinched tightly around her waist before meeting her eyes with a playful glint. "coffee sounds like the move," he said, stretching his arms above his head, his muscles flexing lazily. "but if i take a shower, you might never get rid of me. i’m the kind of guy who falls for free hospitality, you know?"

the truth was, devon had been thinking about logan too. all damn day. he couldn’t admit that, though. not just yet. that would mean handing something over. control. vulnerability. he didn’t know how to do that without making a mess of it, but he could flirt. that he could offer. "now, don't leave me hangin'," the guitarist urged, brimming with sudden, overwhelming interest. "tell me what you were thinkin'." he leaned back, relaxed in his seat on the sofa, playing it cool on the surface. "was it rated pg?" he nudged logan’s leg with his own, a light brush. playful, claiming. "i’m just sayin’, if i’m taking up that much brain space, i feel like i should at least get to know what's happening in the ol' noggin," devon continued with a laugh in his throat.

"then why did i had to hear about it from jake? was it all that convenient to leave that piece of history out?" devon’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowed slightly as maddie’s words hit him. "i might’ve called this whatever, but let’s not pretend it doesn’t mean something.” his voice softened just slightly, though his eyes were still intense. “so, why lie? did you think i wouldn’t care? ‘cause newsflash, i do.”

Devon huffed, his brow furrowing as he met Vinny's amused gaze. The playful glint in their eyes only fanned the flames of his frustration. "And if I did ask—hypothetically, of course," Devon began, using the banter as a shield, "what’s the chance you’d say yes? Fifty-fifty? Ninety-ten?"

devon nudged his foot against fabian's calf, then shot an exaggerated, offended look. "dude. i wore that shirt of yours for, like, nine hours straight at the denver radio thing. i even got mustard on it so people would know it's authentic." pretending to pout, he hugged a throw pillow to his chest. "meanwhile, i hand you one tastefully-designed hoodie and you're, what, ashamed to be seen in it even on a bus at three in the morning?" his head lolled back dramatically against the cushion, feigning devastation. "honestly, the disrespect is unfathomable. i'm considering terminating this sponsorship."

          “well, you didn’t exactly kick me out last night. so, that must count for something.” devon shot her a lopsided grin as he propped himself up on his elbows, the blanket sliding down to reveal his bare chest. by the looks of things, he was in the right place at the right time with the right person. he was in no hurry for answers or a journey home. he stretched lazily, his grin widening as she peeked out from under the pillow. “do you remember my name?” the musician asked, curiously. he didn't want to admit he'd forgotten hers.

"it's not... i've seen weirder, and i've done weirder things, trust me," devon shared, offering a small smile of support. he knew he had no room to judge. while he wasn't planning to question why, he had a pretty reasonable explanation made up in his head. "does it need to be thrown in the wash or is it good to go?"