Well, she hadn't acknowledged him yet, and if he was being honest, his eyes were already beginning to drift shut. '41, 42, 43,' he counted inwardly, only stopping when he realized she was singing quietly. Recognizing the song, he sat up more and looked at her with genuine excitement.
"Is that-" he started, but cringed when his voice cracked. Clearing his throat, he tried again. "You listen to Gnash? You have great taste if you do," he added, hoping she could hear him over the music. Ah, who was he kidding? If she couldn't hear him, he'd just pass her a note.
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(ahh, sorry, i keep doing this! this time was because of actual stuff happening, though, i promise! although because of similar stuff, i don't think i'm going to be on as much this weekend. monday or tuesday i should be back, hopefully!)