[He feels lighter. That much catches him a little off-guard, as the last notes die away in the air and a feeling of calm satisfaction begins to settle around him. He wouldn't have thought that there would be something of a release in something like just fooling around on a guitar, but...oddly, it feels like a weight has lifted off of his shoulders, just for a little while.
Music has charms to soothe, or something — his dad used to say something like that, laughing. He'd never really put a lot of faith in it, until now.
But Alucard holds out a hand to him, and the sight of him curled on the loveseat brings that earlier sensation rushing back, that same ache to just...do something that he can't even place or identify.
But it starts, he thinks, with taking Alucard's hand.
Uncertainly, he sets his guitar aside and gets up, moving over to cover it with his own.]
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Music has charms to soothe, or something — his dad used to say something like that, laughing. He'd never really put a lot of faith in it, until now.
But Alucard holds out a hand to him, and the sight of him curled on the loveseat brings that earlier sensation rushing back, that same ache to just...do something that he can't even place or identify.
But it starts, he thinks, with taking Alucard's hand.
Uncertainly, he sets his guitar aside and gets up, moving over to cover it with his own.]