"Y'know, you should play piano more," You say absentmindedly, watching has Maynard's hands dance over the keys, beautiful chords and melodies created just at the hit of a key.

Your family was familiar to the Conagher's. You had met Zed, Dell, and Maynard many times through the holidays for years. You were closest to Maynard, developing a friendship with him. He had always greatly appreciated you.

"Maybe we can duet! I can sing and you can play the piano." You suggest. In response, he smiles and chuckles.

"As much as I love piano, I gotta do engineering n' whatnot. Gotta continue family tradition," He drawls, eyes glued and hyperfocused on the piano.

"Though I'd love to do a duet with you, I just picked up piano as a hobby. Now you have a real talent. Yer voice can bring you places."

"You're just trying to flatter me," You reply bashfully, humming along to the piano. "You're always working... I miss you, y'know? The family business must be busy,"

"Yeah... Real busy." He chuckles, avoiding eye contact. You were oblivious to what he and his brother really did in the Conagher Slaughterhouse.