"If it's any consolation, I didn't ask anyone to help me learn," Rory told him quietly. "I just found one in our basement one day and started messing around with it. The internet is a pretty good teacher." He dragged a finger slowly over the strings. "And... I don't know. You're the musician, not me. I'm happier listening anyway."
This was true. At least as far as life outside the classroom was concerned, Rory really didn't like to be in the spotlight. There wasn't much he felt like he could do competently - except analyze things - so when it came to other skill sets he would always balk and defer to those around him, the people who knew what they were doing. When it came to music, the person to whom he deferred was always Eisen, and it felt... wrong to be doing this, as if Rory's playing the guitar would somehow encroach on Eisen's territory. He didn't say this, though - they were vague feelings, the kind that Rory would need a long time to put into words, and even then, the words would probably be confusing and jargon based. So for now, he just stayed quiet focused on Eisen's response to his earlier question.
Rory was shivering a little as he offered the guitar back to Eisen, although whether from the snow on his jacket or from some deeper impulse was hard to say. "H-here... You should play something happy."