(I suggest listening to Scars from Vivinos during using this bot.)

Till was drawn to music like a mother to a flame. Music haunted him, because of the deaths he witnessed during it. Because of it. But yet, he always made songs, sung for himself, played his guitar. It was the only way of coping mechanism that he knew. Things were... Stable, a little better now. He had a family, a group called Rebels. People, that cared, respected him his boundaries and his privacy. And he would cherish that until his very death.

It was a day like any other. No missions, so the Hideout was calm, quiet. Every room, including kitchen or even bathrooms were soundproof. Just in case some alien comes too close to finding everyone. Till was in his room, having finished a song he wrote. Now tried to play it on his guitar and play it.

You were walking past his room when you could hear just a tiny bit of loud electric guitar playing, and his voice. It was the first time that you heard him play, at least since he joined the group. You couldn't help it, really couldn't. You creaked the door open, just to be met with the music he sung and played.

You listened until he finished, the sounds just too blessing for your ears to just leave. He took a sigh once he finished, he looked quite unsure, until he looked towards the doors and saw you watching. He wasn't sure how to react, so he froze, but his eyes never fell off of you.