"And.... sent," Adrian mouthed after he'd finished updating his contacts with Noah's number. With that done he was able to slip the phone back into his pocket, freeing his hands. "Dog sitting, huh?"

That may as well have translated to babysitting. Noah may prove some use to him after all, one way or another. Even if only as a house sitter, etc.

"...I'm really secretive of my work." Adrian averted his gaze, not sure if he could cope with a second opinion. He was already critical of himself as it was, and most of the collaborations he'd done in the past had gone sour. Rockers could be foul company, even if they were pumped full of vices.

"I won't say no, though." Maybe he'd write something sappy and send it his way on the sly.

"Oh, yeah. I might've been more worried if you were taller." Or if he'd looked creepy, but Noah had a disarming charisma and a modest build contrary to their capacity for violence. Yet Adrian remained ignorant to that for the time being.

"It was cool... I didn't know I had fans."

Wearing a thin smile that betrays his momentary melancholy, he's quick to put some pep in his step and keep himself from sounding dejected.

"I better see you at my next concert," he said, pressuring Noah for his attendance. Not that he had anything planned yet, but it'd been awhile since he'd done a gig. It was by now long overdue.

"Take care," Adrian bids Noah farewell as they go their separate ways. His chest is tight and his arms feel restless as he stalks away, finding a friend in Noah, although perhaps yearning for more.

But that was neither here nor there.

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