John’s smile grows at that, the explanation hesitant and yet still definitive.

“Had some practice.” He explains softly, thinking of Radar with gentle fondness. “One of my boys, he’s kinda psychic. I try to keep my head quiet when he looks like he’s had enough of people for a while.”

John turns his head to kiss his shoulder before settling back into place.

“You make it real easy though.”

He goes back to humming and letting the quiet tune play in his head, lets the tenderness and sense of well being he feels with Siebren settle over every part of him, mind and body. The line of song rolls through him, and though his voice isn’t great…

“…I’m singing this note cause it fits in well with the way I’m feeling…”

It’s no louder than his humming, and he shifts happily closer as he continues.

“…there’s a symphony that I hear in your heart, sets my head a-reeling…”