Sebastian blinked up at her before slowly coming to understand her meaning. He nodded, biting his lip. “I know— I’m sorry for vexing nervous. I just don’t have people over often. But I’m glad you’re here.” Glancing down st their hands, he carefully tilted his palm so that it was pressed against hers and interlaced their fingers.
Devon's smile grew when he laced their fingers together. "I'm glad to be here… And thank you for the amazing-looking fruit salad."
Sebastian chuckled softly at that. “Help yourself, then. And, just so you know- whenever you come over, just sort of.. treat it like it’s your place. Take whatever from the fridge. I don’t mind, as long as you don’t look through some stuff in my room. I just- I want you to feel welcome.”
"Oh… Well, thanks, Sebastian. I could say the same for when you come to my place," Devon said softly as she plucked a strawberry from the bowl and plopped it in her mouth.
Sebastian realized that he was still keeping hold of her hand, but he didn’t want to let go. Ever. “Thanks, I’ll do my best, I guess. Should I.. show you around afterwards?”
(Yeah, man, don’t ever let it go!)
(Never in a million years
One day, he’ll kiss it too)
(One day, Devon will let him kiss more than just her hand, too!)
Devon smiled up at him as she gave another strawberry to Layla, who took it eagerly. “Sure… Yeah, I’d like that if you’re willing.”
(Eyy)
“Great.” Sebastian gave an unintentionally adorable smile and finished his fruits.
(;P Good… afternoon, I guess. Lol. How're you?)
Devon chuckled a bit and finished up her fruit as well. "Would you mind if I let Layla sit down in here and finish this? You don't have any chemicals or sharp objects in the cupboards down below, do you?"
Sebastian shook his head. “No, she’ll be fine.”
(Lol
I’m good, you?)
(I'm good. Working on a paper for English. Well… procrastinating on a paper. Lol.)
"Great. Thanks," Devon said with a grin. She walked over to the middle of the floor and set a bowl of fruit down for her daughter. "You can just set her in front of it if you want."
Sebastian did as he was instructed, doing a quick sweep of the area to ensure that there was nothing dangerous within the little girl’s reach. “Alright.” He gestured towards a narrow hallway. “You’ve seen the living room and kitchen. The rest is pretty much all down this way.”
“All righty,” Devon said as she followed after him. She crossed one arm over herself, holding onto the opposite arm as she walked.
“That’s the bathroom.” Sebastian pushed a door open with the pads of his fingers, revealing small but clean room. “Hot water’s faulty. And that’s a storage closet. And here…” At the end of the narrow passage was a door, painted a light shade of grey. “Is my room.” After a brief pause where he grappled with indecision, Sebastian turned the doorknob.
On the other side was a room with cracked grey paint on its ceiling. The walls were white, the floorboards wooden and creaky, but all in all, there was barely enough space for a bed and a small recliner. On a chair that was thrown in one corner sat a guitar case. Beneath the chair, in a lid-less box, were sheets of messily written out music notes.
The walls were bare except for a single photograph near to the bed, one that Sebastian was careful not to draw attention to as he walked inside and opened his arms in a vague ‘well, there you are’ sort of gesture. “That’s about it.”
Devon took in both rooms with a careful eye. It was a rather small place, but it was nice. And hardly bigger than her own, anyway. She might have an extra room and nicer furnishings, but they were roughly the same size otherwise.
“It’s nice. Cozy,” she said softly as she turned back to Sebastian with a small smile.
Cozy? Sebastian felt as if he could barely breathe in his home, and not because of the size. “Oh. Thank you. Maybe one day, I’ll buy a desk. So I can write. Not sure where I’d put it, though..”
“Maybe your living room?” Devon suggested with a shrug. “I’m sure you could rearrange some things to make space.”
“Maybe.” He gave a loose shrug, his eyes drifting to the guitar case in the corner.
Devon’s gaze followed his, and she smiled a little. “Right. Weren’t you going to possibly play for me today?”
"Oh." Sebastian shifted awkwardly, rugged anxiously at the sleeve of his shirt. "Yeah. I can do that" He retrieved the instrument and sat on the bed, carefully extracting it from it's case and running his fingers over its smooth outline. "What do you want me to play? Something from the radio? Or- Or something I wrote?"
“Well… That depends on what you’re comfortable with playing. I would definitely like to hear something you wrote, but I wouldn’t mind hearing a song from the radio,” Devon said softly, giving a loose shrug as she leaned against the wall.
Sebastian fixed his eyes to his guitar, his most prized possession, for a few moments. Then, he stood and crossed the room to the chair in the corner, removed the box from underneath, and pulled out a few sheets of paper. “I can- is this one okay?” He held it up. “Still a work in progress. I’ve never shown it to anyone.”
Devon glcned at the paper and grinned. "I'm sure it'll be great, Seb. I'm just glad you're going to play for me, honestly."
He bit his lip, eyes flickering away as he sat on the bed. A tight knot of nerves had formed in his core– what if she didn't like it? What if it was weird? What if she felt like she had to pretend? But he pushed his thoughts away and picked up his guitar, spending a few minutes on tuning before beginning a soft, almost nostalgic instrumental introduction.