[ If he can't figure it out, he'll have to ask. The music continues, and the notes are just a hint less pure, the vibrato a little more unstable... his emotion bleeds through, but only if you're listening for it. The nostalgia that pains him so much that whenever he just stops and takes the time to think about it, he can barely breathe. Hurt and longing like he's never known before, and he's only agitating a wound but it's a comfort at the same time. ]
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