Knocking seemed so formal a motion for John whom had access to the building. Eric recalled having given him keys and yet he knocked anyway....Eric sighed with a touch of frustration. He didn't like things being so awkward between them but John had left him no choice but to retreat. He liked Johj far too much to tantalize the idea of ending his existence and Eric didn't want it to come down to that. John was different.
"John," Eric breathed, not looking up from his task. He continued to string the guitar until it was done before he was satisfied with it. It was a task complete and no longer required his attention.
Slowly, Eric turned, first glancing over his shoulder at the other before pivoting to face the man altogether. "My Songbird. How have you been?" He inquired with curiosity. They could mend this bridge, couldn't they? There was hope in trying, at least, before things had to get complicated.