[ It's a small matter, so he moves away from her, taking the can with him. Absently, he sips from his soup with one hand and uses the free arm to move his record player into place, thumbing his records until that singular disc comes out. He considers it, his gaze vacant, remembering the feelings and memories he has associated with it. Soft crooning notes. Maybe Havoc will like this. Maybe she won't. But that's the beauty of it, isn't it? Music isn't always swelling happiness. ]
Here.
[ The track he puts on is, perhaps predictably, Sinnerman. It's Simone's best-known hit and one of her easiest to listen to. It opens with a brisk piano and doesn't let off.
He stands there in stark contrast to the powerful, sharp, unrelenting sound, eating slow and methodical. He doesn't look at her, his focus turned elsewhere, outwards. ]
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Here.
[ The track he puts on is, perhaps predictably, Sinnerman. It's Simone's best-known hit and one of her easiest to listen to. It opens with a brisk piano and doesn't let off.
He stands there in stark contrast to the powerful, sharp, unrelenting sound, eating slow and methodical. He doesn't look at her, his focus turned elsewhere, outwards. ]