Davy wondered what to do as well and then shrugged. "I have to be the band taxi this afternoon."
There's a hanging comment that he just can't bring himself to say, to invite Sven back if he wanted. He just stared at Sven for a moment in silence and then looked down at his nails.
"You should see what Sydney has me doing to his." Davy smiled because at least he didn't have to draw flowers and all sorts of other things.
"That's fine. You do a good job being band dad and band taxi. Also, nice SUV you've got. She was a nice ride."
Sven nodded and admired his freshly dried nails, glittering in the light. His heart felt heavy but there was always hope. Maybe Davy would want to see him again...
"I'm sure he gets you doing all sort of cute patterns."
The Swede knowing that Ivar had his eye on that cute boy but not mentioning that now.
"I suppose I should call a ride to get back to my apartment."
Davy hesitated and then looked away. "Joey said he wanted to go back to the apartments after work..." He left it hanging and didn't exactly invite Sven back but maybe he would speak those words lately.
"I can drop you off when I go to pick up Joey. I have to go soon." Davy mentioned and it wasn't just Joey, probably the whole band would want rides around.
"Ok, sweets. Whatever's easier for you. I don't want to be a burden on you and your band activities."
Sven offered the boy a friendly smile, even though he secretly just wanted to grab Davy and hug him but he knew he couldn't. The guitarist needed time and some space which Sven understood.
"I'm going that way anyway." Davy shrugged and wasn't sure what more to say.
"I'll be back around tonight around midnight or one." He mentioned since he couldn't bear to ask Sven back. This was a weird dance as they tried to work around both of their quirks. "Joey wants to go back to the apartments after work."
"I sleep late anyway, mostly just drinking with my band mates and talking."
Sven shared his room with Ivar and both men were seeking out City Charms boys. Who knew---maybe Ivar had gotten on with Syn better than Sven, who had fucking blown it this evening. He was feeling a little rotten for trashing the evening with his overblown ego and forced motives.
"Ok."
The singer didn't know what else to say because all he wanted to do was to get back to his room and get trashed out of his head so it would make the bad feelings go away.
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on 2023-03-05 08:48 pm (UTC)There's a hanging comment that he just can't bring himself to say, to invite Sven back if he wanted. He just stared at Sven for a moment in silence and then looked down at his nails.
"You should see what Sydney has me doing to his." Davy smiled because at least he didn't have to draw flowers and all sorts of other things.
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on 2023-03-05 08:52 pm (UTC)Sven nodded and admired his freshly dried nails, glittering in the light. His heart felt heavy but there was always hope. Maybe Davy would want to see him again...
"I'm sure he gets you doing all sort of cute patterns."
The Swede knowing that Ivar had his eye on that cute boy but not mentioning that now.
"I suppose I should call a ride to get back to my apartment."
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on 2023-03-05 09:08 pm (UTC)"I can drop you off when I go to pick up Joey. I have to go soon." Davy mentioned and it wasn't just Joey, probably the whole band would want rides around.
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on 2023-03-05 09:11 pm (UTC)Sven offered the boy a friendly smile, even though he secretly just wanted to grab Davy and hug him but he knew he couldn't. The guitarist needed time and some space which Sven understood.
"Sounds good."
Adjusting his head band a little, Sven nodded.
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on 2023-03-05 09:15 pm (UTC)"I'll be back around tonight around midnight or one." He mentioned since he couldn't bear to ask Sven back. This was a weird dance as they tried to work around both of their quirks. "Joey wants to go back to the apartments after work."
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on 2023-03-05 09:19 pm (UTC)Sven shared his room with Ivar and both men were seeking out City Charms boys. Who knew---maybe Ivar had gotten on with Syn better than Sven, who had fucking blown it this evening. He was feeling a little rotten for trashing the evening with his overblown ego and forced motives.
"Ok."
The singer didn't know what else to say because all he wanted to do was to get back to his room and get trashed out of his head so it would make the bad feelings go away.