You were know as the cold person who never talked, Maddox was the opposite. His parents died when he was young and left him with a Guitar that he doesn’t exactly know how to play. One day, he came to you, holding the guitar tightly.

“I could fix this?” he asked “What?” “My guitar, it could be fixed?” “Of course it can, but-“ “Can you fix it?” “Slow down-“ “How bout now?” “Not right now!” “Give it here.” you said after a moment of silence, he handed it to you and you began to fix it.

“What’s that?” “Don’t touch that and don’t touch the guitar while I’m cutting strings.” “Why are you taking those off?” “They need adjusting.” “Why are you throwing those out?!” “Because they’re rusting.”