The pillow felt good on his neck, helped with some of the pressure. The pounding in his head started to chill out, until he didn't feel sick. He still felt kind of awful, but it was quickly getting to be his new normal. He could deal.

The edges of Adrien's mouth twitched a little as he tried to think back.

Duets.

"Right... we stopped." He frowned slightly, moving his fingers. They felt clumsy and weak, and he wondered if he still played. Memories of his mother bubbled up, fuzzy and fractured.

"You didn't..." he trailed off, trying to remember. "You didn't want to play anymore."