"That's me." He smiles and stretches out next to Tsuna a little, trying to think of something else that would help. His eyes fall on the small piano in his room, the same one he had bought himself before ever meeting Tsuna or traveling to Japan.

His mother's is there at the Japanese base, incentive to get him out of Italy sometimes, and there were a few others throughout the Vongola holdings all old and beautiful and he was honored to play on themwhen he could, but this one, the little piano he had bought himself sat in place of a desk in his bedroom.

By order of Tsuna himself and Takeshi, Hayato wasn't allowed to have a desk in his bedroom or he would never sleep.

"Do you want me to play for you?"