Tomo laughed softly when he said that one couldn't expect friends to fall from the sky. She nodded slightly with an amused grin on her delicate features, her fingers slipping over the ivory keys. He always seemed to be so distant, like his mind was in another galaxy. It was puzzling sometimes, but it was also a bit refreshing. If Kyle Parker was like sunshine, Ueda Nobuyuki was like cool water. Perhaps even ocean water, being ever changing and unpredictable. A puzzle indeed.

It was quiet for a moment and the cicadas sang loud and then soft once more, mingling with voice from people outside. "I think you're really your worst critic, Nobuyuki-san," she said in her soft voice, her face angling towards the sunlight from the windows, "You're so far away... Sometimes I wonder where it is you go when you talk." It was not harsh critic but true thought on her part. He was true with her, so she'd be true with him. "Sometimes I wonder if I reached out," she put out her hand, palm faced upward, "if you'd really be there at all... Or that you might just be my own imaginary friend." She smiled softly then, almost apologetically, retracting her hand, fingers curling into her palm. Shaking her dark head slightly, she turn her blank and misty gaze to the piano next to her. 

"I wish I could say something to bring you to this moment," she said, but her voice was so warm and gentle it was like it could be swallowed up by the sunny spring day, "To savor something like this." Her eyes closed, dark lashes fanning against her cheeks. "This is better than being alone in a bittersweet tragedy," she murmured in a honeyed tone, "Just being close to someone, if only for a while, seeing every color in their eyes, their face, the way the light touches their skin..." She touched her own cheek before her hand hesitantly fainted back to its position on the cold keys. "Sometimes I want that so much that I feel like I'll break and fall apart," she sighed, "But this..." A smile washed over her, painting her pale features with a rosy kind of porcelain pain. "This is just as precious to me as if I could see," she finally turned her unseeing eyes back onto the upperclassman, "Every feeling, every scent, every sound of this is just as beautiful as if I were really able to see. And it's why I feel more grateful than anyone at getting to share it with you."

She could hear him shake and curse, his breathing waver and then change. Tilting her head and looking confused and a bit alarmed, her fingers tensed on the keys. But the sound of him smoking relaxed her worry. With a relieved sigh, she sat down slowly on the piano seat. The smell of smoke made her grimace slightly, but she just laughed softly. When he asked if she wanted one and called her a princess she scrunched up her nose. "You are right in that I do not smoke," she said, "but I wouldn't say that I'm a princess or that I do not due to logic." She laughed at herself under her breath, before sliding her legs under the piano, white cane resting within her reach. "I do not smoke," she said slowly, tempting her fingers over the piano as she spoke, "because I do not like the feeling it gives me."