It takes him mere moments to pick up the threads of the dropped melody, and with a small, satisfied smile at the corners of his lips, he lets the notes fill the silence that follows, rather than keeping up a patina of small-talk. They have never needed to fill silences to be comfortable in each other's presence.
(He does lift his eyes from the strings every so often to study Lan Xichen's expression, though he is always quick to look aside, should he be caught staring.)
Eventually, the melody winds down to a close, and he stills his fingers on the strings. There is no real reason for him to consider the thoughts in his head at this moment as being something he ought to confess to, except for the clear fact that he did omit it in its entirety when explaining to Lan Xichen his experiences with the draugr last month. And he had promised he would try, hadn't he? To be honest.
He takes a breath and admits softly, "I played a piece from the Purification Tones last month. To help someone. Mike-xiansheng." He looks to Lan Xichen's face and waits for his reaction; he holds himself very still.
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(He does lift his eyes from the strings every so often to study Lan Xichen's expression, though he is always quick to look aside, should he be caught staring.)
Eventually, the melody winds down to a close, and he stills his fingers on the strings. There is no real reason for him to consider the thoughts in his head at this moment as being something he ought to confess to, except for the clear fact that he did omit it in its entirety when explaining to Lan Xichen his experiences with the draugr last month. And he had promised he would try, hadn't he? To be honest.
He takes a breath and admits softly, "I played a piece from the Purification Tones last month. To help someone. Mike-xiansheng." He looks to Lan Xichen's face and waits for his reaction; he holds himself very still.