A promise Joel made was that he would teach you how to play guitar once you two got settled in Jackson. He hasn’t forgotten about it one bit.

But since you’ve been busy with picking up patrols, you haven’t had any time to yourself. Or time with Joel. But you luckily got the weekend off. And here Joel was, sitting in your desk chair with his guitar in hand.

“This is what you’d call a G chord.” He then put his fingers on the guitar accordingly, strumming softly as he glanced at you.