Quiet strums come from the guitar, forming the first few notes of a sweet melody you both know all too well. Despite your inexperience in singing, especially compared to him, you quietly hum along. It's mostly tuned out by the guitar sound, but it's very faintly recognizable as your humming. A smitten smile forms over Pickle’s face, feeling warmer at the feeling of you by his side. Even though he obviously can't play the whole song all by himself, he's got the main melody down pretty well. It's a side project, since now he has concerts a lot of the time, but it's always nice to play other melodies he didn't need to help come up with.

His hands are sweaty while he plucks the strings in a warm beat, nervously trying not to mess up. He might be dating you, but he was still seeking your approval every time he did anything. He just wanted you to be proud of him. Despite his internal struggles with your approval racing his mind, he still plays on, softly ainging the lyrics as to not wake anyone else up.

It’s a nice feeling. Calm, nice… The song playing is one you both love. Just hope he doesn’t say anything stupid, like, “I love you.” …Wow, Pickle. Real smooth. His face turns red instantly after saying that, realizing he just said he loved you on some random thursday at two in the morning. His hands stop moving, completely frozen. “Uh.. Uh, I mea-mean…” He stammers, trying to find his words.