More that the original employs a small orchestra, and I'm one man with a piano.
[ He's doing his best with what he has.
By now he's turned on his stool, just halfway but enough to make it clear that his attention's shifted. He's not just waiting for her to leave.
There's something about her. It's more evident as the moments pass. It's not just relative youth or beauty, though he isn't blind - Not the gravitas those things can carry when weighted with confidence either, she hasn't presented herself as enough of a purposeful intrusion. And yet her presence remains heavier than a body in a room, more complex on a plane that extends beyond the senses most people have to probe with. A slight tilt of his head, like he's caught a sound or the hint of a scent. It isn't either.
There's an urge to look with an eye that would see—
He keeps it closed. That's not a first impression he wants to leave anyone with. Instead, a vague smile of welcome and the slight unconscious furrowing of his brow. ]
Trouble sleeping?
[ It's the obvious question given the circumstances, and maybe not one for strangers. But they're deep in the sleeping hours and everything is still, from the hallways to - finally - his thoughts. ]
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[ He's doing his best with what he has.
By now he's turned on his stool, just halfway but enough to make it clear that his attention's shifted. He's not just waiting for her to leave.
There's something about her. It's more evident as the moments pass. It's not just relative youth or beauty, though he isn't blind - Not the gravitas those things can carry when weighted with confidence either, she hasn't presented herself as enough of a purposeful intrusion. And yet her presence remains heavier than a body in a room, more complex on a plane that extends beyond the senses most people have to probe with. A slight tilt of his head, like he's caught a sound or the hint of a scent. It isn't either.
There's an urge to look with an eye that would see—
He keeps it closed. That's not a first impression he wants to leave anyone with. Instead, a vague smile of welcome and the slight unconscious furrowing of his brow. ]
Trouble sleeping?
[ It's the obvious question given the circumstances, and maybe not one for strangers. But they're deep in the sleeping hours and everything is still, from the hallways to - finally - his thoughts. ]