Mounting Jill's driver seat, Parker only reacted to Lucy's retorts with an amused smirk -- though amusement was easy to fake. Of course he wasn't commanding her to stop as she seemed to react, so he wanted nothing to do with the conversation further. Every interaction with Lucy seemed to only make something worsen, right in front of his eyes. Something he couldn't prevent.  [i]"How do you stop damaging something so fragile as their relationship without voiding it wholly?"[/i]he often thought. C'est la vie -- there was always something in the way, so why make a bigger deal out of this particular something?

"Noted," Parker replied, switching his attention to the vocalist. "First to the 'Matt Mobile', and then HDMI-laptop-Disney-pirating," another comment through another smirk; he knew Matt hated the nickname he gave his tiny vehicle long ago, but it was an easy target and not one to be avoided.

Once all the Harbingers had taken seats inside the van, it took it's path back to the studio, and lost one Harbinger to his vehicle in which Matt followed the van to the familiar apartment complex. Stopping Jill in it's usual spot, Parker escaped the vehicle in his usual fashion, quickly and ignorantly of anyone else. With crossed arms, he stood away from the van and slowed his steps to a stop, hearing Matt's Vespa purr into a spot near him. Why did he suddenly have the urge to be alone? He had just made plans to do the opposite. No -- he had to force this feeling away. It was one symptom of his addiction he would not be a slave to. Forcing himself to face the band, he sighed his stress out into a fake stretch of his arms to the sky and ascended the stairs. 

"Søren," he called back as he freed the door with his keys. "Set up the HDMI, 'kay? I'm gonna start one some food." A moment later, he disappeared into the apartment, voiding his feeling of momentary loneliness with ideas on possible hors d'oeuvres.