She could feel herself lifted as she sat next to Kamijou, listening to his new Ravel recording with one headphone as he used the other, and the smile she already wore became a little wider. Was this what had drawn him to music in the first place? The sense of elevation that came from something so purely produced? It must be so much greater when you were the one causing it, not just the one listening.

She opened her eyes and glanced over at him. His eyes were still closed, his face serene.

She wondered, as the tempo sped up and her smile slipped, if he would ever be able to lift himself again.