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The end of February was not a great time for Harry; too many memories of the same time last year, when everything started to go wrong. He's an essentially level-headed person, though, and his funk has more or less subsided.
Maybe more rather than less: he's in the bar with something he hasn't brought out in a long time, his acoustic guitar. He hasn't touched it since the days when he played for Josie; now he's strumming and fiddling with a notebook. It's just possible he's trying to write a song, although if he is it's clearly slow going.
Possibly he's not very good at writing songs. The coffee helps. The coffee helps with everything.
Maybe more rather than less: he's in the bar with something he hasn't brought out in a long time, his acoustic guitar. He hasn't touched it since the days when he played for Josie; now he's strumming and fiddling with a notebook. It's just possible he's trying to write a song, although if he is it's clearly slow going.
Possibly he's not very good at writing songs. The coffee helps. The coffee helps with everything.