Max watches him go through this whole hesitant, slouching routine with far more sympathy than any other feeling. She's been on that end often enough. Unwanted attention, walk into a room and suddenly you have to be all extroverted, and now you're doing something you totally weren't planning on doing.

She'll happily let him stay if he wants to... and if he tries to leave at any point, she'll happily let him do that, too. But as long as he's here...

"I really like acoustic stuff. Uh, songs that are really deep and... I dunno. Not mainstream. I'm not a huge fan of my generation's music."

She puts her guitar aside and reaches out for his.

"I need to tune it for the song I'm gonna teach you, if that's okay...?"