Groovy Tunes, Wednesday

[justice_undone]

Breq had slept badly. She had been dreaming, but preferring not to think about that, she started out to do a stock inventory.

A very thorough stock inventory, while the stereo refused to play anything but melancholy piano music. Breq almost missed the Silence. She didn't notice that she was crying.

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante didn't want to leave Kathy alone just yet. So... he was stuck on the island. For a while.

He'd found himself turning to music more than a few times these past few days, just to deal with shit. And that... had brought him back to Groovy Tunes.

He checked the door to make sure it was open, then pushed his way inside. "Hey."

Thank fuck. It was Breq.

[justice_undone]

Breq looked up. "Hello," she said. "Good to see you."

She suddenly realized that her cheeks were streaked with tears, and she wiped a hand across her face.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante opened his mouth to say something... then stopped.

He tried again.

"...Sorry," he said. "I can, uh, head out. If you need me to."

[justice_undone]

"No," Breq said, seeming not to pay attention to the tears. "Please, come in. I haven't seen you in a while."

[rebelseekspizza]

"If you're sure," Dante said. He let the door drop shut behind him.

[justice_undone]

"Of course." Breq made sure to smile. "How have you been?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"You don't wanna know," Dante said, with a soft huff. "...I felt like playing some music, though. Thought you might be game."

She looked it.

[justice_undone]

"Yes," she said. "Good idea." She immediately turned towards the wall where the guitars were displayed, crossed the floor in a few steps and picked up a bass.

"What do you want to play?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"I don't know," Dante said. He walked through the shop, picked a guitar, and sat down with it. "Not something too happy."

[justice_undone]

Breq picked up the remote and turned off the stereo.

"No, nothing happy."

She plucked a few strings and struck a chord, turning the pegs to adjust the tuning.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You lead the way," Dante said, after a short pause.

She seemed like she needed it more.

(Or about as much.)

[justice_undone]

Breq didn't answer. She began to play the bass line for one of the songs that had played before, a slow and melodic one. She hummed the melody, a bit out of tune.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante didn't need an answer. He thought he recognized it, his fingers plucking a melody that felt like it fit.

If it wasn't the right one, who cared? It was music.

[justice_undone]

It was. Breq came up with a few variations, one moment adapting it to what Dante was playing and the next departing from it. It wasn't about perfection, really.