He snatched up the guitar and held it to his chest as if it were a precious item he'd waited long time to get back. "Do you think so..?" he asked honestly. He'd never played for an audience that wasn't critical about his music. In fact... he'd never really played for anyone but his family. Beginning to relax, he reclaimed his seat, placed the Guitar on his lap, and leaned against it. Given its condition, he wasn't at all uptight about how it was treated.

"Er, this will do. I mean, I probably shouldn't have been fixing it up anyway. We've got things to do for the winter, right?" He looked down at it. There was a long pause.

"...Do you like music, Yukio?"