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[firstworldproblem]

[It just goes directly to the beep.]

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Re: Day 275

[firstworldproblem]

[He leans his head on his shoulder, tears beginning to gather.]

You sentimental, old fool.









Thank you.

Re: Day 275

[temperedinpride]

[He can hear it in his voice, and he does pause, lifting a hand to brush into Emet's hair, turning his own face to kiss his forehead. But then he sets his hands on the keys again, pausing to reorient and then resumes.]

You are welcome, my dear friend. Let me play for you a while, and then we can rest.

Re: Day 275

[firstworldproblem]

[He wraps his arms around him loosely to minimize the interference to his playing. And tears do fall on his shoulder, but they are quiet.]

Re: Day 275

[temperedinpride]

[He will finish the piece, he is no Elidibus but his playing is practiced at least, competent enough, and certainly filled with his feelings. He doesn't start anything else though, not yet, turning to wrap his arms around Emet and stroking his hair. Holding him close.]

Re: Day 275

[firstworldproblem]

How indulgent you are to find time in your schedule to learn. Teach me. Not tonight, but I would like to learn.

[He holds him closer in turn now that he isn't trying to interfere with his playing.]

Re: Day 275

[temperedinpride]

[He cups his cheeks, kissing his forehead.]

I would be happy to. Though the thought was to be able to play for you when you wished.

Re: Day 275

[firstworldproblem]

Can we not spoil each other?