Did Todd just laugh because he thought Dirk looked impressive doing that? Probably not, but the sound of his laugh still makes Dirk feel warm all over, and he’s smiling as well even as he makes his hands go still. There’s something beautiful about Todd’s face when he smiles, the way his entire face lights up… Every time he sees it he feels as if he has accidentally witnessed something unimaginably precious.
The offer to have Todd teach him to play the guitar, though—with an acoustic guitar, which means he’ll probably get to hear Todd play the acoustic guitar and see it, an offer that Dirk would never be able to refuse—makes his entire face light up and he leans forward, unable to hide his joy at the thought. “I would love to, Todd. It would truly, truly be an honour to receive private lessons from the lead guitarist of the Mexican Funeral himself. And I’m glad your acoustic guitar survived the Rowdy Three—ooh—but does that mean you can play the acoustic guitar? I don’t suppose I could—see that someday, could I? Whenever you have time, that is.” Immediately he feels greedy, wonders if he’s inconveniencing Todd just to tuck away the sight of him playing the acoustic guitar into his memories ( you ruined my life just to have a friend still echoes in the hollows of his mind, sometimes, when he lets it get too quiet, even though he knows—well, is pretty sure Todd has changed his mind ) but the words have already left his lips and he watches Todd, his eyes widened, with bated breath.
he hadn’t been expecting such an enthusiastic response, but maybe he should have. it’s dirk, after all, and if he does something apathetically something is very very wrong. but somehow todd has grown attached to the overly excited ways of his friend, which is quite the contrast to how he felt when they met. he supposes he must have been a different person back then, but then again the events of that week would likely have changed everyone in some way or the other.
“I’m not promising that I’m good at teaching though, so don’t get your hopes up too much.” he had never attempted to teach somebody else to play before, except for amanda when they were kids and she had been fascinated with his, at the time, vastly limited skills. “If I’m gonna teach you you’re gonna have to see me play at one point or the other, Dirk.” that’s when he gets up and leaves the semi-busted guitar in the spot he’s been sitting in. it’s been well over a year since he last picked out his acoustic guitar, and truth be told he’s not fully sure of where it is. he find it after about a few minutes of silent searching, in a cupboard along with his ironing board, another item he isn’t a regular user of, to his shame, and rejoins his friend in the living area. “what d’you wanna hear?”
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