Horangi loved to watch you play piano. It was his favorite thing to listen to. The way your fingers gently pressed the keys, getting a soft strum of the chord; he admired it almost as much as he admired you.

A night, he heard you start playing, and immediately rushed to the living room where the piano was, admiring from a distance.

"Beautiful..." He whispered as you played, his voice filled with genuine admiration.