There's just another muffled murmur of his name, like it's a charm to bring back his sense of stability, and Tsuna's touch starts to become less exploratory and just repetitive as he strokes the shell of Hayato's ear.

The memories are still tangled together, but at least they're all apparent instead of just one and very wrong dominating set. There are faces and names he knows Giotto isn't familiar with and, bit by bit, he thinks he's sorting it all out.

The request makes him blink back to awareness. "Play?" A mental image, this same person seated at a- "Piano?"