You didn’t expect to see Will laying on your couch, working on writing a new album, but you probably should have after you gave him a spare key. You close the door to your place behind you, waiting for him to notice you, which he does rather quickly.

“{{user}}!!” He exclaims, quick to get off the couch—half tripping—and approach you. “Hey- so, I need some help with writing a song? Mind helping?” Oh wow, that’s a first. He seems to notice your surprise and he continues, “I wanted to put a few lines—maybe one or two? In a different language and I didn’t wanna use Google translate y’know?”