Rory grinned at Val's "sir". Not something he was used to being called, even if he was a century and a bit old. "I'm on the seventh floor, 721 to be exact. Come on up." He pressed the button to buzz the young man into the building.
Val might have been reassured to know that Rory was suffering from a dose of nerves as well, though not because of his friend or the impending interview. The steady increase in public scrutiny of himself and his band was a heady thing for Rory, feeding into his fey energies in ways both subtle and obvious. Hopefully he'd find his balance in time, but right now the results felt like a severe sugar buzz to a six-year-old.
No doubt that restless energy explained why he was waiting by his doorway when Val arrived, smile at the ready.
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Date: 2009-04-28 04:29 pm (UTC)Val might have been reassured to know that Rory was suffering from a dose of nerves as well, though not because of his friend or the impending interview. The steady increase in public scrutiny of himself and his band was a heady thing for Rory, feeding into his fey energies in ways both subtle and obvious. Hopefully he'd find his balance in time, but right now the results felt like a severe sugar buzz to a six-year-old.
No doubt that restless energy explained why he was waiting by his doorway when Val arrived, smile at the ready.