"Oh how I miss the playful feel of the that musical era." He loved music up till the 90's something about bubblegum pop really just sat wrong with him and he gave up on it.

He closed the door once she was inside both hands ruffling his hair, just something he does when hes tired. Padding his way across the room the curtain was drawn back as he lifted the lid of the record player and stepped back so she could take over.

"I was, but it is alright. I would rather spend time with you, then time with my dreams. You are much better company."