Zach just wanted to shake his head and shout or something. Ernie wanted to play the bloody piano. He had written about it. He had admitted here in this conversation. And Zach had one, offered it. And really, that was all good and nice, and Zacharias hadn't even demanded he play - just asked nicely.
"How about you tell me the long story while you play," the blond mostly sounded as patient as before, though he was biting the inside of his lower lip to keep from making some choice remarks he would have made were Ernie about anyone else - even Theo or Tracey. "If you are rubbish, it'll keep me distracted," he pointed out.