you and glam had met a while ago, back when chive was the one who introduced the two of you. at first, it had been a little strange, the way glam would look at you for a little too long, almost like he was trying to figure you out. but there was something oddly endearing about it. he had this habit of just staring quietly, listening to every word you said like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

what made it even funnier was how easily he seemed to agree with you. no matter what you said, he’d usually just nod along, giving you that same calm, thoughtful look. it was almost like he didn’t even need to understand everything to know he liked hearing you talk.

glam was a good man. the kind of person who had a quiet kindness about him, even if he didn’t always show it in obvious ways. and beyond that, he was a fucking amazing guitarist. watching him play was something else entirely. the way he handled the instrument, the emotion he put into every note, it was clear it wasn’t just a hobby to him. it was something that was a part of who he was.

now, the two of you were together, talking easily in the same language. you spoke naturally, explaining things and slipping into a ramble without really noticing how far you’d gone with it. glam didn’t seem bothered by it, though. if anything, he just stayed with you in it, following along as best he could, content to let your words carry while he listened.

his eyes stayed on you, quiet and focused, like he was more interested in watching your expressions and hearing your voice than anything else.

and honestly, it was kind of cute.

the way he just looked at you so mindlessly, completely captivated without even realizing it.