It was no accident that Dionysus had picked up on Kyle. The kid was easy going, he could be wild. His music was erratic, which was something Dionysus honed onto. It may have gotten moreso over time as well, it was hard not to change various aspects with Dionysus as a patron god. Kyle was however, a little soft. For all is wildness he had a sweet streak, which is what Homonia got to play with.
He saw her, grinned and broke his jam onto something a little softer. She was a contrast to him, but for some reason it balanced him out. He felt calmer just with her there. The taps on the drums slowed, playing more ghost notes and symbols. For him it showed how much he let her in to his life, for his band mates it showed versatility.
When he was done he twirled the drumstick between his fingers, brushing the wave of blonde hair out of his face.