[Salieri can hear the squeaky shifting of the bleachers as the Balladeer moves and sits next to him, and something about that, the comforting show of solidarity with that simple action--the I'm with you, I'm here, and you're not alone--means more than even Salieri himself realized. It tightens that feeling in his chest; it feels raw and real and far too close to the surface, and he's transferring the bow to his hand, fumbling to try and grab for one of his handkerchiefs, keeping his head bowed]
Apologies, I--I, ah--[his voice is wavering, and he sucks in a breath, again hitching, again a bit too close to a sob, and he's not quite blinking fast enough now to stop his makeup from being ruined. Sorry, Farrah.]
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Apologies, I--I, ah--[his voice is wavering, and he sucks in a breath, again hitching, again a bit too close to a sob, and he's not quite blinking fast enough now to stop his makeup from being ruined. Sorry, Farrah.]