Music... JÃ©an had found her. Going back into the kitchen to grab the pot of coffee, he smiled. When Syna started to play she usually didn't stop for a while. He enjoyed listening to her play and considered it one of the very few things he would allow to bubble up from the past. JÃ©an turned the corner and sat on the sofa behind the young girl playing the piano. Watching her play the song her father had always played. JÃ©an was familiar with it, very familiar. Leaning into the side of the armrest, JÃ©an props his head up on his knuckles and closes his eyes, letting the music wash over his senses.<br/><br/>It brought back memories, memories of the past of her of him. It brought back memories of<span style="font-style: italic">them</span>. Slowly opening his eyes as Syrna stopped playing. Moving to pour another cup of coffee, JÃ©an realized there wasn't anymore in the pot. He had unconsciously emptied and refilled his mug all the while she'd been playing. "You usually play more before stopping." Sitting up straight, he smiles. "I'd love to hear more if you're willing to play." Leaning forward, interlacing his fingers, JÃ©an thinks. "Perhaps.. Third page of the second songbook?" Motioning to the stack of playbooks next to the piano bench.