[ a hum of thought. oddly enough, what the other boy is saying makes sense. unlike hobbies, people are complex and ever-changing. will floyd really be able to stay fascinated with him long enough to one day fall in love? riddle himself doesn't know exactly how he feels... just that he knows he doesn't want floyd to leave him in the dust, or ever end up finding him dull. if they could go on, learning about each other and the world around them together forever... if he could make sense of his inner demons and just admit he wants to fall in love too--

he shakes his head just in time to examine the small mess that comes out of floyd's pocket along with his phone. the condom doesn't go amiss to him, and it's enough to get his cheeks turning bright red, riddle turning away momentarily to hide his embarrassment. he has lubricant in the top drawer of his side table. something about floyd being ready for him no matter the occasion is flattering. ]

...I suppose that makes sense. I imagine it's impossible to grow weary of your childhood friends. Having people whom you know will be by your side forever must be a comforting feeling.

[ but, riddle doesn't want to think about what life after college will be like. if his mother will allow him to keep his friendships, or if life will return to the way it was before he left.

he wants to think of the elegant, romantic melody coming from floyd's phone. the housewarden turns to face the other boy just in time to watch him bow, hand extended like a gentleman. riddle can't help help chuckling behind a hand. ]

Well, I would be remiss not to accept. Yes, let us.

[ with a smile, riddle gives a small curtsey, before placing his tiny hand in floyd's. with slow and purposeful steps, he closes the distance between them. ]

I am well-versed in several waltzes, and the polonaise. I have a feeling we won't be following any sort of traditional steps, however.