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?"
Hayato smiles when Tsuna puts the pieces together without further prompting or leading. He hums and his silver eyelashes flutter over his green eyes.
"That's right. I've got mine right over there. I can play for you, or I can stay right here for you. Whatever you want, Tsuna."
He let's himself use Tsuna's first name. This is personal, not business, it's intimate, and the more reminders he can give his best friend of his identity the better.
"Of course you can. You can have whatever I can give you." Hayato's not Takeshi, but he's no slouch, Tsuna's frame is entirely compacted hand-to-hand fighter's muscle, but he lifts him anyway, carrying softly to the piano bench. He settles down, and sits Tsuna in his lap, reaching around him for the keys as his feet tested the pedals.
For Hayato, Tsuna stays still and quiet. It feels kind of nice, to be carried, to listen to a heartbeat so near to him. Hayato is warm and comforting. Better, even, then the person the Vongola memories tried to think of.
Perhaps he's just biased.
"Not anything sad." A little dreamily, he reaches over to trace the back of Hayato's hand. "What are happier songs?"
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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?"
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"That's right. I've got mine right over there. I can play for you, or I can stay right here for you. Whatever you want, Tsuna."
He let's himself use Tsuna's first name. This is personal, not business, it's intimate, and the more reminders he can give his best friend of his identity the better.
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Just sitting besides him as he plays, keeping both his warmth near while something- maybe familiar even- plays and soothes him.
Or maybe that's not possible. But he'd like it to be.
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"What sort of thing would you like to hear?"
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Perhaps he's just biased.
"Not anything sad." A little dreamily, he reaches over to trace the back of Hayato's hand. "What are happier songs?"