*sits all the way down, hard, his legs losing the strength even to crouch* *takes in your repeated fluttering apologies and can't think to respond, to reassure you, because the only words he has are we will make them sorry and that can't be right, can it?*
*swallows* I... I dreamed that song. Just one bar. It was in a dream. It reminded me of silver. *bites his lip and squints* It still reminds me of silver.