I’m that good of a liar at the wrong time, I guess.

[ he says that with an apologetic smile, and there’s partial joke to it. only partial. because it was true that he was good at hiding things, to an extent. he could win an oscar with his acting.

but act in front of the wrong (or right) person, and they’ll bring his stage down right on him. it’s also easy enough to pluck out this tune at a steady speed. his fingers aren’t that equipped for fast playing. ]

When it comes to these memories . . . I have a hard time separating things. Or using the right lesson for the wrong situation.