Parker didn't hear the first knock clearly, and thought it was the neighbors, but by the second knock, it was enough to make him put down the guitar on the bed and go check it out. Make sure it was his door.
He opened the door and peaked around, giving her a weak smile when he saw who it was. No matter how he was feeling, he was going to be able to manage a smile for her. "Hey." He opened the door all the way, letting her step in before he closed the door behind her.
...And now he had no clue what to say. She was here. He wanted her here, and there was so much left unsaid between them, ... and nothing. "Want anything to drink?" Smooth, Parker. Really nice.