Her eyes dart back over to him; the prison reminder almost gives her pause.

Almost.

But she almost never says she's sorry, especially with any meaning behind it. Now is no exception.

She barely shrugs. "I won't stop you."

It's kind of funny. She can't remember the last time she took a walk just for the sake of taking a walk and had company with her.

Her hands stay buried in her pockets as they go down the stairs. "I never hear you through the wall when you play."

She'd bet he does it pretty often, though.

That last song he played at the Rester House hovers at the back of her mind, and she can't quite remember how it went.