[ Well, that's gotta be a good sign, right? She hasn't asked him to leave outright, and he even seemed to make her semi-happy just by being honest with her.

So instead of saying goodbye and getting back to the field like he should do, he takes a few more steps forward. He lifts his shoulders in a shrug and tilts his head, looking at the piano.

He literally could not find something more out of his element even if he tried. Too delicate, too intricate. ]

Could've fooled me. If that's not perfect, it's gotta be pretty close. [ He smiles again, looking back at her, now. ] But I also can't play at all, so what do I know.