Separate names with a comma.
He looked down at, petting her hair. "Hey, it's okay. I can see why you didn't, especially with the photos. So it's alright." His voice was...
"Hm. You got me there. The only correlation was that they were all bad feelings," he said, but it didn't matter to him any more. It was over with,...
He smiled into her hair, his hand brushing her back. "You were furious, and yet you still missed me? Takes a lot to feel both things at once."
He sighed, gazing into her eyes fondly. "I love you," he said, before looking down. "A lot."
He pursed his lips, watching her with raised eyebrows. "Right," he said. "Y'know, I was worried we would never do that again, for a bit."
He put one hand on the side of her neck, and the other brushing back her hair gently. "That's good, because I like doing it," he said, before...
"Yes. Definitely," he confirmed. "I imagine you're used to it by now, though. That makes it less awkward, though, right?"
He walked over to her. "It felt short to me. Probably because it was so beautiful," he said, then smirked. "Like you." ('Liek u lolol xD')
(That piece feels vaguely sassy to me. I know it's classical, but I am getting a hint of sass from those sharp notes. I am tired as well, so maybe...
"Well, you don't have to play if you don't feel it," he said. "It is about truly wanting to do it, after all. It is for me, anyways."
It is me and I am here.
"No," he said, "just something you like to play." He sat on the bench, leaning forward with interest.
"I've played for you, haven't I? It's only right that you return the favor." He crossed his arms.
"If you want," he said, looking back at her. "Or you could play something for me." His voice was sly, and he smirked as he said that.
He raised an eyebrow, before turning back to the keys, tracing his fingers lightly over them. "Oh. It's nothing."
"Uh..." He trailed off, zoning out as he watched her. "I can't think of anything that I would want to play anymore," he said eventually,...
He stood up, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Thanks. It's a good piece. I've listened to it before, but it's been awhile."
He stared at the keys for a moment after it ended, before turning back to look at her, a bit awestruck. He opened his mouth, but words didn't come...
"Okay," he said, turning to the keys. He looked at the sheet music, before beginning to play, the notes precise and on point.
