That smile coaxes a little laugh out of him. The kid with the blue hair seems so impossibly shy.

He used to be like that himself.

"Hi."

The fingers of his right hand run restlessly over the keys; it's something he does without even thinking. He's had this particular saxophone for years and even figured out how to get it here after he left Callisto for good. It's his best friend, his other lover, his constant companion.

"It's nice out here tonight. A good night for music, I thought."