he may need comforting.

his 'ex er- friend'??

shuffling his feet a bit, his hands clasped together and arms dangling behind his back, hiding something. " je suis désolé. " it's music he has hidden, something he's practiced.

the boy seems focused through the instruction, smiling faintly as he looks back to the mirror. this is the sort of thing he'd only dreamed of. his blue hues flicker back up to the blonde, he hasn't been this excited since he was little.

he slowly lifts up the few bits of music he has, the first on the stack being shubert's ave maria. his musical knowledge is limited, but the few pieces he does know, he cherishes.

" oui. " he tips his head in a small bow. rest assured, vincent has compositions in the making hidden about.

does he require assistance?

the boy will offer any service he can.

he absolutely is. what needs dusting?

a pleased smile when he is complete with the one song, looking back upon his maker, he tilts his head when he sees the tears. " are you hurt? "

his eyes light up a tad as a small smile arises, before a sort of scoff. " that is just what i can do while i sing. "

more pouting. " i have much to learn of course, i was merely a choir boy. " he has always been so insanely modest.

staring at the reader. he's bored.

good morning, oscar!