Wan stiffened when Reiji took his hand, but he didn't freak out. Not like he had with Rikku. He could see the contact coming. Had time to tamp down the worst of his reaction. He kept his smile in place and let himself be led over.
He settled himself on the floor, back to the chair facing Reiji. His legs were crossed and he was leaning forward. He didn't mind chairs, but he was used to sitting on the ground and it came more easily to him than sinking into something plush and soft and with not enough room to fold his legs up. He didn't like to just let them hang. He liked them tucked in so they weren't in the way.
"Whatever you want to play," he replied, grin plastered to his face. "I don't know what songs you know. I might name something that you don't know how to play and then we'd be stuck looking at each other stupidly. Or you know... something like that."
Wan's cheeks reddened slightly and he looked down at his lap. That had sounded better in his head. Out loud, it just sounded stupid.