“So,” Beau looks from the unfinished recording booth to Henry. It’s meant to be a quick stop on their way out for the evening, the small building. Emre’s put in some work, he’s put in some work himself, organizing things and figuring out what was going to go where. There’s a lot of decor he wants to haul for atmosphere and the place is small, it’s meant to just be a place to create. It’s certainly more space than his bedroom at the reaper household. “I um, Paloma and the whole ‘not really dying anytime soon’ thing sort of inspired me to really get back into the music thing. She doesn’t know yet, Emre and I have been kind of chipping away at it. It’s not much now, but it’ll be something.” His shoulders raise in a shrug, he’s still stuck on the whole not dying thing. He wasn’t dying and Henry was a dragon. @henryfitzgercld