"Oh," Sebastian said, "yeah - the instruments are all mine." There was a fiddle propped up on top of the piano as well, and his keyboard was in the hallway closet with the electric guitar that he never used. "I have a band - which sounds a lot cooler than it is, but aside from one little tour last fall and a few gigs here and there, it's... not really any big deal." He brushed a hand through his hair and smiled a little. "That piano actually comes apart in six pieces and last year when I moved in, I had five guys helping me move so it was more an issue of fitting the body in the service elevator," he shrugged.
He slipped back off to the kitchen, turning on the electric kettle and getting down some things for David's tea. "George, be a dear and get Patrick a beer, will you?" he offered, smirking over his shoulder at his husband.