If he closed his eyes, he could imagine he was alone – she was quiet, the illusion was fairly easy to make if he tried. He did try, getting lost in the methodical sound. It trailed off into pensive sounds, derailing from what melody he was trying to construct; it wasn't much sense by way of a song, but it did make the playing easier, more natural.

His brow furrowed, expression scrunching up as he hit a chord that made for a strange transition, and that seemed to snap him out of the daze. He blinked his eyes open and looked almost surprised to find her still her. How he'd ever forgotten was more a surprise, really; his face colored again as his mouth twisted and stretched into some kind of dubious line, not sure what kind of reaction he ought to expect – or brace himself for.