If Jonothon had to pick out one thing that had always been a factor when it came to his relationship with Didi, it was that every moment they had together had always been borrowed time. The difference was, these days he knew better than to waste that time by worrying about how much of it was slipping away. He knew that he was going to have to say his goodbyes again all too soon. For now, though, he wanted to make the best of this.
'The best of this,' at the moment, seemed to involve food of the quick and easy variety, the sort that came in cardboard boxes courtesy of a delivery boy, and a seat on the bed with the best of the Beatles playing quietly enough that it wasn't going to drown out the conversation.
//So, I could pull out the guitar. Serenade you while you eat,// Jono offered, easily. //Or we could talk. We keep meaning to catch up. And then we keep getting sidetracked.//
By things like him pulling out his guitar to serenade, in fact.
[OOC: For that one!]
- The Apartment Above the Groovy Tunes, Sunday Afternoon