The song wasn't exactly the shortest thing he'd ever written, but it was one of his favourite to play. It did sound a bit odd on the acoustic, and inwardly, he sort of winced at how bare it sounded. But he got through it without fumbling even once, and it probably didn't sound bad. It just wasn't what he had in his ear, which always set him for a bit of a loop. When he was done, he looked up, almost for approval before setting the instrument back in it's case. “Not too bad, yeah?” He ran his hand through his hair again — it had become almost a nervous habit over the years. It suddenly seemed rather important that she approve, and he wasn't sure why. Perhaps, because he relied on her for honesty. They had always been rather straight forward with each other. He didn't think that had changed, even now.