the fastest way to a musician’s heart was quite obviously through music, which is why it felt so easy getting along with a fellow musician. he felt like he could go on for hours and hours about his own music and just the topic in general without being boring or having the other looking on with confusion. sure, he had his bandmates, but getting a fresh outside perspective was rad as hell too. the time that dorian was supposed to come over to clay’s apartment was fast approaching, when suddenly there’s a knock. he strides over, narrowly missing floki, where he was resting on the floor, and swings open the door. “hey man! come in and make yourself at home.” once dorian is inside, clay shuts the door. “i got pizza and drinks are in the fridge. nothing that’ll give you a buzz, but you can close your eyes and pretend.” he chuckles before giving the other male a pat on his back, moving towards the couch where his acoustic guitar was propped up. “thanks for coming over and agreeing to listen to my new shit. the guys say it’s all good but sometimes i think they worry about damaging my ego. i need honesty, so be brutal.”