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A friendship begins to blossom between Dan and Rowan, despite the communication barrier. Which occasionally forces Kyle to come along on mate dates, as Dan likes to call them, just so he can translate what is being said.
"Look, man, on tour I'm teaching you how to sign okay? I can't stand the fucking tension between you two! You know how difficult it is for me to flirt with you!" Kyle finally loses it, pacing across the room in front of Dan, who just laughs.
"She's not flirting with me." Dan tells him, which makes Kyle stop dead in his tracks.
"I would choke you right now if I could." Kyle grumbles, his pacing starting again. Will, Woody and Charlie stare on at the keyboardist who eventually gives up his pacing only to sit on the floor with his head in his hands.
"What's happening with the whole moving process?" Charlie asks Dan.
"She's moving just down the road from me, it's far enough from her last apartment so hopefully nothing happens to her." Dan replies, taking a seat on one of the spare chairs. The police appeared at the apartment on Dan's last visit, which saw Rowan getting a new apartment and people to contact to get to a safe place.
"That's great, good on her." Woody smiles, briefly looking up from his phone before going back to the football match that is playing loudly from his earphones. Dan's phone quietly pings, a text from none other than Rowan.
Rowan sits and waits patiently for Dan to look at what she sent him. The painting of the concert looks amazing in her eyes, with some extras added like song lyrics and the famous triangle. The words 'seen' appear below the picture and she nervously waits a reply.
'Maybe it isn't good enough?' She thinks to herself, panicking when he starts to type. Relief washes over her when she reads his text.
"It's fucking wicked." She reads out loud to Oscar who just wags his tail, unknowing to what is really going on. "He likes my art Oscar!" She laughs and hugs him tightly. Her glasses come off and she can finally relax after hours and hours of painting. About five other canvases are scattered across the floor, all of which being failed attempts but they can be made into something else.
Can I pop over tonight? Just a quick bye before I go on tour :)
