"It got me through some hard times," Guiying said simply.
Moying looked at him for a moment.
Then he turned back to the piano, repositioned his hands, and played the opening bars again.
He looked back over his shoulder.
"From the beginning?" he said.
Guiying looked at him.
Then he pushed the door open fully and walked in.
"From the beginning," he said.
By the time they finished the song the third time through, Moying was laughing at something Guiying had done with the bridge and Guiying was pretending he had done it on purpose.
They sat in the comfortable aftermath of it, the quiet that settled after music when nobody wanted to be the first to break it.
Then Moying said, "Thank you."
Guiying looked at him.
