Sam never could remember what band did what song, and he never really tried to. But he liked listening to almost anything, and Jesse's choices were usually okay with Sam. So the drive was a pleasant one, even if short.
"Looks nice," he said, reaching over to undo his seatbelt. He climbed out of the car, and took in the view without the windscreen in the way. It looked quite nice indeed. He shut the car door and rubbed his palms on his jeans. He knew he should have brought something over. A dish or some wine, or something. But his paycheck had sort of already run out this week, and he didn't really have anything appropriate in the flat. He hoped it was all right.
He followed Jesse up the path, working hard not to stretch a hand out and run a finger along the wall.