The touch finally pulls him out to the present, at least enough for him to look over as he plays. The first thing he registers at all is the plain, clear shock on Luce's face, more evident than anything he's seen from her before.

"Wh--Luce, what happened?"

His miniature universe tints blue with his sudden hushed concern, still playing without a second thought to breaking the beat. The distress of a friend pushes away the sight of anything else around him.