[Jamie's just wandered out to the main living area of the penthouse - he's feeling restless and distracted, like there's something he should be doing but he can't remember what it is. There's the impression that if he just moves around enough he can figure out what the something is, but the music from Sora's ukulele has an irresistible draw. He leans quietly over the back of the couch, head resting on folded arms as he watches Sora play, waiting for a moment to speak up when it seems he won't be disturbing the other boy too much.]

That's nice. Something you've been working on a while?