Harmony
"The piano's got to be the saddest sounding instrument there is," Maes Hughes commented reflectively. His golden eyes were distant as he cradled his stubbled jaw in his hand, fingers folded down against his cheek.
Across the table, Mustang leaned back in his chair, sinking his round chin behind the wide collar of his uniform and folding his arms across his chest. He closed his eyes, listening to the music of which his friend spoke.
The piano player did seem to be in a melancholy place tonight, as everything that floated their way through the smoky air of the bar was something wistful and tragic. There was something undeniably beautiful about it.
"Tonight, I completely agree with you," Roy finally said, sitting back up for his drink.
Hughes pushed his half full glass to the side and crossed his arms on the table, putting his head down on top of them. "Just tonight, eh?" There was a long pause.
"I could listen to this forever. I know it's depressing, and it's actually making me feel sad just to hear it, but I also feel so peaceful right now." Hughes sighed to himself.
"Yeah," Roy nodded. "Yeah, I agree."