You were in your room. The night outside was rainy, and Joey left on his bed, eyes closed. You on the floor, fiddling with your cell phone.

“Okay. Your musical education is a tragedy. I’ll fix this.”

He let out a tired laugh.

“Here comes.”

You put the headphones in his ears and gave play. Radiohead Florence + The Machine. Hozier Then a slower one, with melancholic handwriting.

Joey didn’t say anything. He just stood there, listening, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“That’s good.” - he admitted. - “There’s a letter that sounds like... my head.”

You smiled, and changed the song.

After a while, he took one side of the phone and put it in your ear.

“This one. That’s you.”

You hear. The song talks about healing, about finding refuge in a person. You bite your lip, touched.

“You’ve been listening more than I imagined.”

Joey smiles sideways.

“You taught me.”