She's making him smile: memories or not, this is still the same Faye and he, for one, takes great comfort in that knowledge. Her question's almost endearing, too.
"My favorite thing in the whole world is playing this saxophone. But if I have to pick a second, it's probably writing music. I wrote you a song, you know. Or maybe you don't. I wrote it for you here." He's pretty sure he thought of calling it Forbidden Faye, but he's not so sure he ever told her that, or ever really firmed up the title in his mind.
"Do you want to hear it now?" He actually has it committed to memory: he's had a lot of time and not very much to do at this place... and it is a very nice song. She liked it the last time he played it for her, anyway.
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She's making him smile: memories or not, this is still the same Faye and he, for one, takes great comfort in that knowledge. Her question's almost endearing, too.
"My favorite thing in the whole world is playing this saxophone. But if I have to pick a second, it's probably writing music. I wrote you a song, you know. Or maybe you don't. I wrote it for you here." He's pretty sure he thought of calling it Forbidden Faye, but he's not so sure he ever told her that, or ever really firmed up the title in his mind.
"Do you want to hear it now?" He actually has it committed to memory: he's had a lot of time and not very much to do at this place... and it is a very nice song. She liked it the last time he played it for her, anyway.