"They said six to eight weeks, depending, and it has been about two already. So long as I don't overdo it, and the screws don't give me a problem, four to six more weeks and them they'll see if I can drive right away." Cross fingers please God, he thought. He wasn't used to not being independent.
Though Connor could on occasion be oblivious, he caught and wondered about her half hidden anxiety. He wondered if it was because it might seem like a come on, though so far he hadn't caught any flirting and had kept things friendly himself. "If it won't be an imposition, I'd enjoy that a lot. I'll even chip in on gas," he offered.
"Well, let's see. My skill level is approximately 'put it in the microwave for five minutes' to 'and I can make garlic bread,'" he deadpanned before grinning again. She had a nice laugh, he thought.
"I do. Music is my passion," he admitted. He pulled an ever present pick from his pocket and strummed a chord, cradling the guitar to his body. "Luna here is one of my very first guitars. She's seen me through a lot." He looked at her through the fringe of hair again. "Come now, I think you probably have a very nice voice." His fingers plucked an absent melody.