[ It's a good guess, on Blue's part. For all the possible meanings of these words he sings, this song is closer to him than the other, the words resonating in him, striking chords in his heart. He's smiling a little as he finishes it, glancing over to where Blue leans against him, setting the guitar away carefully so Blue can rest his head more comfortably against his shoulder.
Slowly, he rests an arm around Blue's back. ]
Maybe one day you can show them. But I'm glad you like it either way.
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Slowly, he rests an arm around Blue's back. ]
Maybe one day you can show them. But I'm glad you like it either way.