Automatically her mouth opened to protest. That it had turned out the way it had, with bloodshed and fear. But there was something about the way he said it that made her shut her mouth, restraining herself. Instead she just looked down at her clasped hands in her lap as he approached the bench, feeling foolish once more.
She glanced up at sheet music when it appeared, frowning for a moment before giving a small nod. She’d never liked Dido; Lotte never thought she could kill herself if someone left her but…her eyes darted to him, then back to the sheet music. Something clicked and it made her feel guilty once more.
She sat up as straight as possible, old lessons coming back to her. Her eyes remained on the music, waiting for him to continue.