"I have practiced the music you taught me. And that of the recordings you recommended. I cannot be sure my so gs are perfect to the originals for without them to refer back to for two years, I have only what sounds right to my own ears to guide me. I am eager, while the door is still opened to me, to learn as much as I can. If you are willing to teach me?"

The question about his triggers sobers him from his excitement about music.

"There are several things I find I can no longer endure without fear - to have my arms or shoulders held down during pleasure, to have my throat touches or gripped in any way. To be have those I do not trust utterly at my back, even just to stand. Naked blades anywhere near me." He shudders deeply. His fear of knives has faded less than any.