[...Whatever answer she was expecting, it wasn't that. Her fingers still for a moment, and she laughs, more from surprise than any genuine humor.

Then she only hugs him all the closer. They're both just really fucked up, when it comes down to it, huh? That's all she can think.]

I don't know if it's wrong or not, but... as long as you feel better, that's okay.

[She exhales a quiet sigh, pressing her nose into his hair for a moment.]

I wish there were a piano here... I could play something to steal all the anger away. One of Liszt's or Chopin's scherzos would be perfect.

[Even if just for a few minutes.]