Nalia listened to his words. Was it actually Freddie Mercury that had offered her those lessons? He seemed to peer through her bar with familiarity. Then he spoke of her and her sister. Yes. He had been there before. She remembered. Somewhat. It was hazy.<br/><br/>When he sat back down next to her and played a little bit before handing it back off to her, she didn’t even bother to lift her fingers to the keys. Instead, she did what she had wanted to do before but couldn’t understand why. Her arms wrapped around him in a hug, and spoke softly “I’m so happy to see you back, and I’m so sorry...for everything.” She couldn’t remember the finer details of his time there, but she could remember how much of a roller coaster it had been. Some of which she was certain was her fault as guilt seemed to hang heavy in her heart. She’d play, but she needed to do this, say this first.