Oriel was curious as to what Kevin was writing. He recognized that sudden need to jot things down, to spill the words out before they got lost in the aether of the mind. He'd felt it himself often enough, when working on a new idea, or even writing a story which he sometimes did in private.
But he didn't think it polite to look over and read what he was writing.
"Oh, that's okay," he assured him, and his smile showed that he understood. Because he certainly knew what that was like, the sudden need to write, or to talk out an idea.
"This weekend. Sure, that would be great," he replied, surprised at the offer, and smiling in a pleased way. "I'd like that." Kevin seemed like quite a nice bloke.