[ His look softens even further. Byerly doesn't do shy - there has never in his life been a moment when he was shy - but there's maybe a touch of self-conscious hesitation when he says: ]
And here I didn't even know I was going to have an audience.
[ Which is a lie. Byerly was playing for an audience - Nadine rolls her lovely dark eyes at her brother's showiness, but the exasperation is a very flimsy cover for delight. Each of them takes open, unguarded joy in the other's presence - the teasing glances and grins don't do anything to hide that.
And that love lasts. There's more than a hint of pride in him when he says: ]
no subject
[ His look softens even further. Byerly doesn't do shy - there has never in his life been a moment when he was shy - but there's maybe a touch of self-conscious hesitation when he says: ]
And here I didn't even know I was going to have an audience.
[ Which is a lie. Byerly was playing for an audience - Nadine rolls her lovely dark eyes at her brother's showiness, but the exasperation is a very flimsy cover for delight. Each of them takes open, unguarded joy in the other's presence - the teasing glances and grins don't do anything to hide that.
And that love lasts. There's more than a hint of pride in him when he says: ]
She's talented, isn't she?