[Dohalim doesn't need to explain. Red Wine connects the dots easily enough and he reaches out his hand, taking the other man's fingers lightly in his own. With his eyes trained on Dohalim's face he lowers both of their hands together to the body of the violin and touches it lightly.
The smile hides everything, but it tells Red Wine more than Dohalim might want it to. He knows the man too well by now to be so easily fooled.]
It's all right. [He won't push him to play, not for him or otherwise, but there are baby steps that can be taken regardless...] Whenever you're ready, hm..? One day we might be able to play together.
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The smile hides everything, but it tells Red Wine more than Dohalim might want it to. He knows the man too well by now to be so easily fooled.]
It's all right. [He won't push him to play, not for him or otherwise, but there are baby steps that can be taken regardless...] Whenever you're ready, hm..? One day we might be able to play together.