Kirley smiled and reached behind him for the guitar. He scooted back on the bed to lean against the back all and pulled her with her, sitting with her between his legs and her back resting against his chest. He reached around to put his guitar in her lap so he could play while hugging her, an arrangement that wasn't terribly conducive to good playing but that made him feel more comfortable than anything else in the world.
He played a bit of what he'd been working on that day. Not any full songs, but just bits and pieces like he usually did when in the middle of writing.