Raymond's apartment was actually usually pretty quiet, for most of the time.
Like today, with Raymond calmly playing the piano in the living room. The apartment was filled with a tranquil music, one that could calm the hearts of even the most violent men.
Evident by how even Ellen and Erin both felt calmed by the music.
As the music gradually died down, and Raymond stopped playing. He could hear several small sounds of applause from her.
She smiled, "It's been a while since Ive heard you play. I like it."
"I already said it. You can just ask me. I don't mind playing whenever."
"Mhm. I know."
"Then why don't you ask?"
She gave a small shrug, "I just prefer it when you choose to do it yourself."
Music was one of Raymond's core memories with his mother after all. She wasn't cruel enough to ruin something like that.
