The evening light was blueing the room, sliding from Sean's piano keys to the tumble of shoes beside the sofa. Karl's legs hung over the side of the big chair and the lazy eyes watched. Sean was lying back, his feet on the coffee table, one arm pillowing a burrowed head of greying hair. Viggo's hand was softly stroking up and down Sean's teeshirted chest in a sleepy movement.

Karl picked up his guitar and plucked gently, so quietly... and began 'Cavatina'.

Viggo smiled, raised his head to meet Sean's mouth as it turned peacefully to kiss.