[ Somehow that's endearing- it softens the angles of his face, brings out the wide grey of his eyes. Not that Taylor often finds such things endearing, and yet? Having a space for Locus in what is apparently his home, something he'd made to make him feel like he has a place here? Half of him wonders if they are 'just friends' or if his older self doesn't have something more intimate tucked away in secret in mind for them.
THat is, of course, giving himself too much credit.
Taylor focuses on the warmth of the wood in his hands, muscle memory taking over as he starts strumming out a vague melody. All low and lazy and twangy, no particular rhyme or reason or meter to it. Just. Noodling around and letting his mind unwind. ]
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THat is, of course, giving himself too much credit.
Taylor focuses on the warmth of the wood in his hands, muscle memory taking over as he starts strumming out a vague melody. All low and lazy and twangy, no particular rhyme or reason or meter to it. Just. Noodling around and letting his mind unwind. ]