"Ain't much of nothin' yet." Singing came easily to him. Writing what to sing and what to play, that took a little more time. "Not even't halfway thru an' the words ain't fitting right yet."
Jay's brow arched skeptically, but Sam appeared to still be paying attention. He felt as though he was inching across thin ice. There'd be a point where the conversation would give beneath him and he'd fall into the frostiness of silence between them. "It's jes' this song.. I've been thinkin' 'bout.." He rolled his shoulders in another shrug. ".. it's fer Momma. Like, 'about her.. sorta." Rambling, he attempted to save himself. ".. it ain't hardly done yet."
There was a 90-some-odd percent chance that when Sam had asked that what he was singing about, it would have been the Cabot girl. Julia was a subject that.. well, one that never went quite well for either of them. Those were the songs he wouldn't dare test out in the open.
"Ah don't like goin' this long an' not hearin' from her. She ain't likin' it either, I imagine." While he'd been upset with Lucinda for being sent away to Xavier's -- there had been part of Jay that understood the decision. Mamma Guthrie had a better chance of dealing with a kid with wings than she did any child of hers set on destroying himself.