Tom fidgeted nervously with the fold of material above where his navy blue shirt was tucked into his jeans, touching his brown belt and clearing his throat, his booted feet switching position as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Well... what do you think?" he asked Reed forcefully, his hands finally settling on his slim hips.
The fucker was being uncharacteristically quiet, though perhaps the vampire might have chosen the timing of his tour better. Reed had only got off the plane from Australia a little over an hour ago (his timing had been perfect as he\'d arrived just after sunset, allowing Tom to pick him up personally) and been presented with a strong, lingering hug at the airport before being whisked away on the motorbike that had been bought specifically to impress (there\'d been a reaction upon sighting it, at least).
Since they\'d stepped into Tom\'s house, though... there hadn\'t been a lot of chance for discussion, since the vampire had launched into his pride-filled tour with gusto, describing every change he\'d rendered in the little house quite succinctly (in his opinion). They\'d seen every room, except the basement that held the coffin - even he knew Reed wasn\'t ready for that just yet - and concluded in the bedroom, because it had the most features to talk about. He\'d resisted going into too much detail on the camera system, though, feeling oddly shy about describing it once they were in the room. He didn\'t even turn it on, too unnerved by his friend\'s silence to strut it out with his usual arrogance.
Plus, it had finally hit him - by that stage - that Reed was finally here. Back in the city, responding immediately to his invitation to come and visit. They hadn\'t even so much as texted each other since the disastrous New Zealand trip three months ago, yet Reed had agreed he\'d come check the house out without any apparent second thoughts (none that he\'d voiced, anyway). Right about now, Tom was also realising he\'d conveniently forgotten that they\'d concluded their rib-breaking rafting experience with an angry fight about the mortal racing to his death without care and the immortal feeling he should change his ways because he valued his friend too greatly to lose him to frivolous chance.
To prove how greatly he valued him, the vampire had left the bed they\'d shared for one day and flown back to America as soon as night fell, leaving everything unresolved. He could also see now that it had - perhaps - been a tad shortsighted of him not to purchase another bed to furnish one of the spare rooms with, after all.