‘You’re pretty good at that,’ he commented, look at him being social, ah a nice change from constantly looking over his shoulder. ‘Ever tried guitar?’
Blaine blinked out of where his mind lingered in long after the last note. He was so gone during the song–the mannext to him didn’t register until he said something. “Oh! Sorry,” he smiled shyly at the keys he finally pulled his hands away from hovering over. “I–thanks. Tried it, yeah, but it’s always been more my brother’s thing. Why?” A curious glance was aimed at the stranger, “Do you play or just here to listen?”
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