[ He doesn't think much while he plays, just lets his fingers move by memory and his thoughts wander. Back to Sammy, back to one case out of hundreds. One that didn't even have a perfectly happy ending, and still it stuck with him.
A connection. Something personal, in the middle of all that professionalism. Gideon always said that you need your sanctuaries, your good moments to hold on to when the bad ones threaten to take over and despite the lack of a happy ending Sammy is definitely that.
He finishes the song, fingers lingering on the keys while the last note dies out before he folds his hands in his lap.]