[It only takes a couple of chords, and Asch does remember. Normally he might be irritated by how easily the memory comes to mind, actually, but right now the music only brings to mind nostalgia, and the very faintest traces of a smile. So Luke still plays it. He doesn't remember how he composed it, but he does know that it's his.
He's not a music fan. Not at all, not with the memories it brings. This memory, though... it's okay.
He listens for a little while, not breaking the sound with movement or words. Then he quietly pulls the sketchbook and charcoal from the drawer, returning to the couch. He looks at Luke, then down. Then at Luke again. Pauses.
And then he starts to draw, letting the music guide his hand.]
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He's not a music fan. Not at all, not with the memories it brings. This memory, though... it's okay.
He listens for a little while, not breaking the sound with movement or words. Then he quietly pulls the sketchbook and charcoal from the drawer, returning to the couch. He looks at Luke, then down. Then at Luke again. Pauses.
And then he starts to draw, letting the music guide his hand.]