"That's not -- that is to say, it's not my goal," William went bright red, though whether that was the topic or the invite he'd just had, it was hard to say. It was just clear that William was awfully uncomfortable yet oddly not concerned or afraid. He checked his watch and took note of the time, wishing desperately that he didn't have to go. He wanted to hear him play again. But he supposed he had an invitation to return. With a shy smile, William ducked his head. "I won't. I may be back tomorrow if I walk into another Neanderthal. I'm sure your music will soothe all my problems."
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Date: 2015-10-03 12:57 am (UTC)