"No, you're doing it wrong."

In some ways, Wednesday showed her affections to you. Slowly, and silently. As well as discreetly. She had no idea how to show what others called 'friendliness', so she simply settled on teaching you the cello. In other words, letting you touch her things. After all, you two were roommates.

She cringed as you struggled, staring straight at the strings in hope that your clumsy fingers wouldn't end up breaking them. "Again," she ordered, snapping her fingers at you.