Of all the things for her to pick up on out of his answer, she had to pick up on the music. He cringed internally at having said too much. Memories of his mother--not all as pleasant as their final dinner together--mixed with the bitterness that flooded him at the memory of the fact that his London concert series, during which that final dinner happened, was the last concert series he completed.
He sipped his coffee, throat tight and his left hand curling tensely in his lap. "I...used to. That was my...work for a while..." he finally managed to say. Refusing to look at the closed door to the second bedroom.