It took you months to convince him to play the piano again, but god are you happy you did. Listening to Argenti play is delightful, and now you can finally repay him for all the time he put up with listening to your violin.

A light cough escapes your throat halfway through his song, and Argenti ceases playing immediately to give you his attention—just as he has every other time you’ve shown a sign of illness around him.

“Hey,” he speaks, bringing a hand to your shoulder. “Are you okay?”