"Oh, I don't think either of those is likely," Myer says at the suggestion of love or a change in his personality. "I'm afraid you'll have to put up with me as I am."
He allows Adam to give him a little shove, simply because he's Adam, and one of them. Anyone else would get strips ripped off for such an action, and in addition he'd be sure to do something in retaliation that outweighs the indignity of getting shoved around. He has before, and he'll do it again.
"You're good at reading unspoken requests, so why should I ask nicely?" he asks, though without venom. He moves over slightly, but still Adam's shoulder or his elbow brushes him. Part of it he thinks is deliberate, a bit of teasing on Adam's part. Adam teases them all; it's just something he does. He's easy and friendly, and very good with the youngest of them, particularly Trixie, who seems to be madly in love with him.
Adam's playing is technically perfect, though he can't read music, and indeed, there's not even music open on the music rack. Myer lets his fingertips run lightly over the smooth wood as he considers Adam's question.
"I'm not waiting for anyone. And you know I don't believe in God." He hadn't, not even when he was ready for his last breath. He wouldn't admit to hiding; that would be weak.
"Sometimes I come here to play and think," he says finally. "That's not always possible, at home." At home, he swims or rides horses, both suitably solitary occupations. His mother sometimes clings, even as busy as she is with Emmerson. He slants a glance and a bare smile in Adam's direction. "I think Very Deep and Important Things, I'll have you know. You should try it sometime. Make sure you have some Tylenol on hand for the resulting headache."