A/N: Valtor and Griffin had a fight when they hit one of the countless roadblocks in his mind courtesy of his mothers. Modern AU
The sound of the piano drew her out of her shelter among the books just like he'd hoped it would. She'd retreated to the section of the living room that was turned into a library to find some peace and quiet after their loud fight. It was ironic, really, how much he'd said because he didn't want to talk. But it was so hard to express his emotions in words when all his life he'd been taught not to feel so he'd switched to notes.
He knew she could read them but it didn't scare him like it did when it was his mothers listening to him play. She wasn't going to reprimand him if she didn't hear what she wanted to. She just wanted him to talk to her and that made her the only audience he'd ever wished for. Because she would do her best to understand and accept his feelings and guide him through them.
So he let the piano wail and scream when he couldn't, poured out all the pain he'd been in even before their fight–and that had only made things worse–and had the music apologize to her for the hurt he'd caused her. And it seemed to work, for her expression softened as she listened and a tear fell from her eye now even if it had been glistening there way back during their argument.
It prompted him to leave the keys alone and pull her close, drawing her into a hug, his fingers moving over her cheek now to wipe away the tear-stain. "I didn't mean to hurt you," he whispered, the words quiet with fear but not for himself. He just hoped it wasn't too late to fix what he'd broken.
"And I didn't mean to push you so hard," she said, her voice trembling like it never did, hurting him with her pain. "I just wanted you to tell me what's wrong, let me in and allow me to help you," she said, her voice breaking as she clutched weakly at the collar of his shirt.
"And I should've let you but I'm not used to... someone caring about me," he was quick to say before she could keep blaming herself. It wasn't her fault he'd been raised to run from genuine contact and made to fear getting close to people. "I promise I will do better," he stroked her cheek, letting the words seep into her skin and help her calm down.
"And I promise to be more patient," she said as she gifted him with a timid smile that had him leaning in to capture her lips. They were irresistible to him as they always voiced the sweetest of things and he wished to never stop hearing them. They were music to his ears and he was her willing audience.
