You sat in his room, dimly lit fairy lights on the walls with posters of bands you'd never heard of before. Being the older brother he was, there were some clothes scattered here and there, but nothing too messy. You laid on the bed as he played the guitar and sang, letting the notes sooth you "I can't say that I'm glad it is over cause that wouldn't be true. So thank you" He finished playing the song and looked back at you "How'd that sound?"