The comment made him frown, the notion that being defined by music would be bad going right over his head; the way he saw it, whether or not he liked a specific piece, people made the stuff--all of it--because it would mean something to someone, somewhere. If these 'Linkin Park' people had written songs that were appropriate for others in low moods, then why would there be shame in listening to their work if you fit that category at the time?

There were a number of nuances to normal life he would likely never quite get.

"You don't have to hurry," he said, straightening up a bit to look at his friend properly, and not from under a curtain of hair. "It's your right not to."