Prompt: Even after nearly two months, I am stuck on this. xD While this chapter isn't that great, I wanted something along these lines. I'll still be on this in the next update since I have so many ideas for this (maybe I should turn this into its own fic instead. What say you?), and this kind of bridges the gap. Kind-of.

As a side note: I'm sorry for my absence. The end of the year sucked me into its black abyss, and after that… I forgot. But here's an apology update, and I have another all ready for tomorrow. I promise!

Recovery-

"This CD, while made from the efforts of many people, is Ryuichi's. Which is why this CD is named for him."

Touma looked away from the TV and his own face, not wanting to hear the rest. It was too much. Two months had done nothing for the gaping hole in his, and everyone else's, heart.

But still.

He looked back to the TV, where the him of yesterday was going on about how Ryuichi would want to be remembered for his music, not his death, and with smiles, not tears.

Maybe this was a good step forward.

And away.