ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏ sᴏғᴛ

Eddie had been pacing for the last ten minutes, guitar still slung over his shoulder, frustration practically radiating off him. You sat on the edge of the couch, fingers twisting together, watching him like you were waiting for a storm to pass.