All the while their conversation flowed, Eric never stopped playing. Easily he matched John note for note, playing an octave higher in register so as to harmonize. He was letting John lead, that only seemed right.
John would get better the more he practiced, the man had all of eternity to learn to become great and Eric would be there to help him if he needed it. If not, then it was no big deal. It wasn't Eric's place to tell John what to do, how to practice or the chords to play. That was solely up to him.
"I'll take your word for it," Eric replied softly, almost in a whisper. His words intertwined with the music and faded in to the strum of the strings. His own strings were coated in elixir, the sound was smooth, warm and inviting over John's own quieter sound. The knob on the front of the guitar went down so as not to overshadow John's own music. Eric wanted to hear it. Often music could be said to be insight into someone's heart and mind.