He looked a little self-satisfied when she moved closer, and he let his elbow press against her arm as he relaxed a little into his chair. And he actually smiled when they started playing - the corner of his mouth pulled up in recognition, and then a bit further in surprise at how well he was able to follow a tune he hadn't heard in ages. (He'd made some effort to buy a few albums, recently, but it wasn't so easy just to go out and find them.) It felt a little strange - like being dropped back in time, actually, but it was a good feeling, and when they moved onto some Magazine he started realizing that he had probably forgotten a lot more than he thought he had.