Later in the day you arrive at Dirk's apartment with no hassle. When you and Dirk reach the staircase of his building he pauses in response to your deep sigh and then glances over to the elevator.
Dirk begins, "Wanna maybe, take the elev-"
"Yes!" You instinctively shout, then recoil from your own rudeness, "Sorry."
"Ha, no I totally understand. It'd be kind of unreasonable to make you walk all these stairs again when I know there's a perfectly functioning elevator a few feet over," Dirk responded appearing casual.
"Oh, in that case thank you for this wondrous display of mercy among gentlemen," you chuckle relieved.
"Ha, yeah," he says dully.
You head to the elevator, being joined by Dirk. He just kinda stares in the general direction of the buttons for a moment, then he suddenly looks at you and nods, oh that's your job? You saunter over cheerfully and pick the biggest number, there's no way he doesn't live in the penthouse on the highest floor.
You stand back with him as the box escalates you skyward, taking in the glory that is the elevators existence, you look over to observe Dirk, also glorious, and oh dear it looks like he's going to break the safety bar. You slide over a little and in an attempt at a comforting gesture you place a hand over one of his on the safety bar. Dirk stirs ever so slightly but otherwise continues unchanged, you guess your gesture is welcome.
It's been about a dozen minutes since you walked into the Strider home and so far nothing pertaining to homework or studying has taken place. Rather the resident little shit, pardon your English, Dave, has chosen to harass his brother during his attempts to make his room presentable.
Dirk claimed he had forgotten his room was unfit for human life at the moment, you spot him taking out some empty chip bags and such, followed by Dave putting them right back in. By the time Dirk succeeds he and yourself wont likely be in the mood to do any studying anymore and will probably just throw on a movie, and while that's still a good turn out, you unintentionally hyped yourself up about not completely flunking exams again.
You decide to assist the chap the only way you know how, semi-invasive bickering, just like your grandmother taught you. You head into Dave's room and grab the current remaining cinnamon buns off his desk and stand in the hallway waiting for his attention. You eventually give in and call to him, now you got it. He is unsure what this means, why does his elder brother's Englishman have his sweet treat sugar circles? You take one out and start eating it violently, you swear to any various number of deity's that Dave screamed before bolting at you with full force.
As you round the corner your eyes catch Dirk's... probably, he's still got those dumb scalene shades, before you reach the window and dangle the cinnabuns outside much to your delight and Dave's horror.
"What do you want?!" He cries out.
"For you sit your ass down and stop mussing about, go play your Zeldas or something and stop bothering us," Dave gives you a scandalous glare.
Meanwhile David nods at you in approval from the kitchen, probably in the process fetching more crackers for you and in the background you can hear Dirk giggling from down the hallway. You decide to stop this soon because Dirk sounds... weird when he giggles, nature didn't intend for this chap to be so chipper.
"Fine just don't hurt the innocent pastries," Dave pleads with you.
"Alright, I will show them mercy. Since I am clearly the batter man here," you respond with a smirk. Dave stops making a fuss and just looks at you disgusted.
"Jake, just stop and get in here," Dirk's disappointment is not enough to take away the pride you keep in having made that pun.
You continue on to his room and smile seeing he was able to finish without Dave bleating like a goat around him every few milliseconds. You still have the cinnabuns in hand when Dave realizes you're not planning on handing them over and he makes his move to take them from your grasp. He fails, you chuckle before shutting the door in his face and locking it. Hell yes, you have finally won against him for all that bullshit he pulled last time you were here.
With Dave taken care of you and Dirk were able to actually accomplish something, and you're not renowned for your great studying abilities so the fact he was able to get you to memorize anything was nothing short of a miracle. Only now is your attention beginning to waver, of course right when he's phallic first into some hardcore mathematics. While he blathers on you look around his room, your eyes decide to settle on a book atop his bed. It looks quite pretty, covered in an extravagant array of details and lines that remind you of old Victorian antiques and the like.
"Hey ol' Dirk? Oh PickleTrees! I don't mean you're old, you're quite youthful and attractive actually- anyways! Heyo what's with that book on your bed?" You inquire, you did not save yourself, you know what maybe there was nothing to save yourself from. Yes, this bloke is quite attractive and he'll have to accept that fact whether he wants to or not.
"Uh, thanks I guess," he responds. Very lightly you think he may be blushing, you now are fully aware you like this look on him, "Oh yeah and that's my music book from senior year."
"Oh, so it's filled with the melodies of your own personal repertoire?"
"I guess if you want to say it like that, yeah. It's a music book, why wouldn't it be?"
"Might I perhaps see some of your works?" You ask tentatively.
Dirk gives you a confused look, "You actually want to see some of my stuff?"
"Of course! You're definitely smart enough to compose and combined with how quiet you can be sometimes, there must be some neat emotions in there highly worthy of song." You respond happily.
Dirk's response to hearing this was to immediately swing his swivel chair in a full three-hundred-sixty degree motion, grabbing the book in the process and punctuating his full circle by slapping it down on the desk before you.
He looks up at you smiling, which you have trouble recalling a memory of him doing prior, and simply instructs you to, "Enjoy."