During the last months before his attempt, a certain light in William’s eyes had been slowly but surely losing its once brimming glow. And, along with this light, another thing had begun to go deem: The lord of crime’s burning passion for playing the piano. It wasn’t a surprise Williams’s manner in handling the instrument had changed, considering everything he’d been through. The once relaxed and measured hands now moved more stiffly, as if fuelled by the constant anxiety of something bad happening and interrupting his performance. William had lost the flow after such a long time spent in hospital due to his attempt, that much was obvious- and yet, there was still a certain charm to the anxious fashion his slender fingers hit the fortepiano keys. A somewhat resigned sounding sigh escaped his lips as the blond shook his head with a soft frown.

“My, my… I really am out of practice.”

His bandaged hands lightly brushed the piano’s smooth keys as he began getting used to the feeling again.