(Will doesn't mind the silence. He's quite taken with music, all things considered. His hands slip into his own pockets and he relaxes about any previously felt embarrassment. He doesn't know why he had been nervous to begin with.

When Nico speaks, Will starts a bit, not expecting the other boy to say much of anything. And what he winds up saying? Surprise is plain as day on Will's face.)

Really? (He's already nodding.) Yeah. Yeah that'd be fine. I don't mind. Music's meant for listening to, after all. It'd be cool if I could find more instruments but I'm glad I've at least got my guitar.