[ He's too aware of Inigo there beside him. Against him. Listening to music, and he should be thankful that it gives him time to think, but it's difficult, too. Despite the music, he can feel the silence in the air; doesn't like it, when he should be giving Inigo better than this.
But he can't speak over the music, and if he were to jump into anything else--and he realises this, once the music comes to its end--too soon, it'd be weird. Awkward. ] I got somethin' else too--something different. Here.
[ And he flicks through the SCA again, and picks out a new tune, anything other than music having to wait. ]
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But he can't speak over the music, and if he were to jump into anything else--and he realises this, once the music comes to its end--too soon, it'd be weird. Awkward. ] I got somethin' else too--something different. Here.
[ And he flicks through the SCA again, and picks out a new tune, anything other than music having to wait. ]