Jasper walks over to the piano, pulling the cover off it and running his fingers over the smooth surface. “Perfect,” he breathes, dragging a chair over and sitting before it. He lifts the cover off the keys and lets his fingers find their places, testing out the sound, he plays a few melancholic chords. “Okay, everyone leave me alone. I’m going to be here for the next month.”
“What, that’s it?” Simon asks, surprised. “You just told us all this stuff, and you don’t want to maybe take a minute to talk about any of it? Debrief a little?”
“Simon, I’m doing work, come on? You rarely see me doing this. If you want to discuss it, feel free to use this opportunity to talk about me while I’m not listening,” Jasper suggests and immediately starts playing some chords again, finding exactly what not
