Gordon had been absent through all of the nightmares - probably for the best, since he has enough reason to hate the world. But he walks in as Sue's playing, and since he hasn't seen her - or, really anyone he can talk to - in a while, he stands nearby, watching her quietly as she plays. He's not going to interrupt, just... watch.
Sue is playing about watching Steve die. He didn't die, but she thought he would and the tears are in the notes, in the keys she presses, but not in her face, not even in her eyes, which in other people are always so expressive.
She stops, the music fading out into the Inn.
It takes her a moment, but she sees Gordon and nods at him.
"Haven't seen you around in a while." Of course the nightmares made a week seem like a month.
He gives her one of those characteristics smirks that isn't a smile, and shrugs. "Haven't been around in a while. The door didn't show up." He pulls up a chair and sits in it, eying her. "How're you?"
"Lucky you." Sue mutters as her fingers go back, instinctively, to the piano and she shrugs at the question. "It's been the week from hell in the Inn. Be glad you missed it."
Ivy somehow managed to escape without too many nightmares. Maybe the Inn protected her a little, maybe she just doesn't have terrifying nightmares. Who knows?
But now she's downstairs and watching Sue play. She won't interrupt, shockingly.
Sue doesn't notice for the longest time that Ivy's there, and then she does notice and she stops playing abruptly. It's been a long time since she's had a crush on anyone, she's rusty.
. . . at a respectful distance, mind you. He's a musician too. He knows how annoying it is to have someone listening over one's shoulder while one is attempting to express oneself through song.
Then again, he also knows how annoying it is to have someone inspecting one's instrument while you're attempting to play it, but he's doing that anyhow. Sheepishly, but still.
He grins at the young woman entreatingly. "Pardon me. I've never seen this kind of instrument before. What do you call it?"
This is incredibly difficult for Sue to understand, having grown up around one her whole life.
"Well, it's called a piano... as I just said." Sue looks up at him and halts her fingers for a moment, mid train of thought. Music-thought that is. "If you're really so interested in it, I could teach you, but you've really got to stop the hovering thing. It turns my muse into a royal bitch."
"Right now if you'd like. You don't have to back away like that." Sue smirks and scoots over on the piano bench so that there's plenty of room for him to sit as well. "Just take a seat right here. It'll be easier for me to show you this way."
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She stops, the music fading out into the Inn.
It takes her a moment, but she sees Gordon and nods at him.
"Haven't seen you around in a while." Of course the nightmares made a week seem like a month.
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But now she's downstairs and watching Sue play. She won't interrupt, shockingly.
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She smiles a little. "Hi."
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And a thought occurs to her, she looks up, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Have you..." She turns from the piano. "This week. Have you been okay?"
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. . . at a respectful distance, mind you. He's a musician too. He knows how annoying it is to have someone listening over one's shoulder while one is attempting to express oneself through song.
Then again, he also knows how annoying it is to have someone inspecting one's instrument while you're attempting to play it, but he's doing that anyhow. Sheepishly, but still.
He grins at the young woman entreatingly. "Pardon me. I've never seen this kind of instrument before. What do you call it?"
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This is incredibly difficult for Sue to understand, having grown up around one her whole life.
"Well, it's called a piano... as I just said." Sue looks up at him and halts her fingers for a moment, mid train of thought. Music-thought that is. "If you're really so interested in it, I could teach you, but you've really got to stop the hovering thing. It turns my muse into a royal bitch."
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