An unobtrusive entrance, and no word of greeting, but a shabbily dressed man is standing nearby, listening to the music and watching the pianist with every sign of appreciation.
Peter is not a man to lose himself in his own music; perhaps he would be a happier person if he could. Instead he is always listening, looking, observing, and he notices Remus more quickly than he lets on.
His fingers do not slip, but his time-keeping falters.
"You'll put me off my beat," he says with a smile, not looking up. "I'm not used to such attentive audiences anymore."
"I'm sorry. I've been... we've been busy, lately. Or at least, I've been around to try and assist patching up those that've been busy. I'd have come in if I could have."
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Perhaps he's unsure of his welcome.
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His fingers do not slip, but his time-keeping falters.
"You'll put me off my beat," he says with a smile, not looking up. "I'm not used to such attentive audiences anymore."
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"I'm sorry. I've been... we've been busy, lately. Or at least, I've been around to try and assist patching up those that've been busy. I'd have come in if I could have."
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"Oh -- no," he says, frowning. "I only meant people tend to talk over music here. I didn't mean -- how are you?" he asks, anxiously.
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