Very. I'm far from the prince waiting at the end of that particular fairy tale. And it's not a love song; just a thorny mess of feelings that we'd all be better off for if they remained firmly unsaid.

[And yet he starts playing his tune anyway, and it's not so much a proper rendition of an actual song so much as it is he's picking through a melody, humming in places, supplying snippets of verses in others. A work in progress, all but for the one verse that seems to have inspired the whole thing:

Oh, I could say I need you / but then you'd realize that I want you / in ways I'm desperate to disguise behind "I love you"s / and all the rest of my lies / that all I wanted was to touch your face, your hands, and gaze into your eyes.

Thanks, insecurity week.

But when he's done, he sort of gives Ryn a look, as if seeking confirmation that yes, this really isn't the sort of song you want to be the subject of, now is it.]