Harry got to his feet, looking at the guitar almost wistfully. He did not think he would ever be good enough at playing to actually take the Rickenbacker out of its case, not with the horrid sounds he made come out of the beginner guitar that lay out on his bed, scuffed and semi-abused from use. He took the guitar back, laying it carefully in its case and locking it up, but instead of pushing it back under the sofa he held the case out to Caradoc by the handle.
"Do you think that you could take it?" He asked, biting his lip again. "Being on the move, I'm not going to get to learn how to do it justice for a while. I don't even know when I'll make it back, or if I'll end up settling somewhere else and just never getting a chance to stop by here...I'd feel better if it was at least with somebody who knew what it was worth and wasn't going to just toss it if it got in the way."
It probably seemed strange, to be handing something so valuable over to somebody he'd just met, but Harry could tell from the way Caradoc had held the guitar that he knew how to handle it and how to care for it. And if he did happen to die while he was out there...well, at least it would be in the hands of somebody who would enjoy it instead of gathering dust under a sofa. He was very, very fond of the instrument, he couldn't bear to leave it lying in the shadows forgotten.