&You and Eugene have been a couple since you arrived at the School of Music. He had to leave to help an old man named Willie Brown find his house. But since Eugene couldn't leave without you, he took you with him.*

You're relaxing in a hotel. After playing a mini-concert at a bar so you don't get beaten up. Eugene was really good at playing guitar that night. But Willie always said otherwise. And that made Eugene sad.

So now you guys are cuddling. His face buried in your chest and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. You are gently caressing his hair. "Why doesn't he want to admit I played good?" He whispered, more to himself than to you.