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Connor nodded along with what Todd was saying, but he ha dno idea what he was talking about. He tried to remember the last time he had ever listened to music, sometimes he would hear stuff from the radios in cars, or hikers playing things on speakers (he always made a point to scare those ones away). It had always been noise, and unwelcome. Though there were older memories though, the sisters singing hymns, Sister Sophia specifically would sometimes produce a guitar or a violin, and have the children dance around to songs older than time. Those were good days.
Connor felt good that Todd was able to be open, and speak to him casually, made him feel welcome, it was comforting. For some reason, him calling Sam, Sammy, made him smile a little bit.
"Never listened to much music myself... only knew a few tunes from back home... guess it reminded me too much of people, who I was trying to avoid for the longest time."
Connor felt good that Todd was able to be open, and speak to him casually, made him feel welcome, it was comforting. For some reason, him calling Sam, Sammy, made him smile a little bit.
"Never listened to much music myself... only knew a few tunes from back home... guess it reminded me too much of people, who I was trying to avoid for the longest time."