Tyler as shy as he usually is slips his hand in his pocket and grabs a rose gold iPhone out.
Josh struggles around
"Hey watch the ukulele"
Josh chuckles "that's your third one"
"Destroy capitalism"
Josh opens the van door
Tyler ducks as of intercepting something.
He comes back up picking up oil from the van.
He rubs it on his neck on his hands.
He pulls a red beanie out of his pocket.
Josh catches a glimpse of his red eyes.
Josh stands in fear.
Thinking.
About drums.
This is most normal for Josh.
It happens all the time.
Drums are love drums are life. He thinks.
Tyler smiles "call me Blurryface"
