His melody slows to a stop with her touch, and Greg stares at her. He wants to insist again, but... how often has he thought it, even said it, that it's the band that keeps him going? He's been relying on her as a bandmate, as his keyboardist, not as a friend, as Meril. He's wanted to keep the three of them together as a unit, instead of individuals who care about each other.

Pink lights shine up from under their feet. He scrubs his tears away as she watches, bewildered. "What... do we do now?"

Her question makes him ache. This was supposed to make things better for them, he thought. He still wants that to happen. She's worth it. She deserves him trying again, better this time. Now he knows a little better.

"Let's just... talk."

He looks at her hand on his arm, and speaks softly. "Meril... what do you think you did, to hurt me?"