Sorry about the wait, hun.
Nicolas seemed to have appeared from nothing, sitting there beside Terry. His body gave no warmth, no real comfort, and it seemed as though he was as mad, just as distant as always. The vampire's eyes never lifted from the ivory keys and yet his head tilted as though he were curious.
"Your soul has dimmed. As if you're but a shell," Nicolas murmured, his own fingers hovering over the keys and beginning a melody of his own, a fine line between a cruel taunt and a comforting song.