[ He doesn't mind. In fact, he loves playing for others, so he gets up to fetch the guitar, sitting back down on the bed, turned a little more on his side so he's facing Blue.
He plucks at the strings for a few seconds, thinking of a song, then he smiles as he thinks of something.
It's a soft tune, and Jim's voice is melodic, gentle and sweet to the ear. He doesn't miss a beat, or a note, and he lingers with parts of the lyrics, little bits here and there that make him think of Blue. ]
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He plucks at the strings for a few seconds, thinking of a song, then he smiles as he thinks of something.
It's a soft tune, and Jim's voice is melodic, gentle and sweet to the ear. He doesn't miss a beat, or a note, and he lingers with parts of the lyrics, little bits here and there that make him think of Blue. ]