That's the trick isn't it? Can't go risking life and limb when someone cares. So he hopes.
He passes the cane to Peter when he sees the boy hold out his hand. Even if Peter were to do more damage to it, it's of no use to him now anyway.
He kneels a little more into the wreckage, pulling bits of wood aside when he feels those familiar strings until fingers. It doesn't make any sort of twang like it should. Gingerly, he curls his hand around the neck of it that he can see and pulls upward. He cringes as it rises, seeing the neck hang back by the stings in two places. The base of it pulls free and from there he can see the hole dented into the corner.
He breathes deep, in and out. "It's okay," He says, when it's clearly not. "I... I can fix this... It'll just take some time. I wasn't playing it lately anyway."
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He passes the cane to Peter when he sees the boy hold out his hand. Even if Peter were to do more damage to it, it's of no use to him now anyway.
He kneels a little more into the wreckage, pulling bits of wood aside when he feels those familiar strings until fingers. It doesn't make any sort of twang like it should. Gingerly, he curls his hand around the neck of it that he can see and pulls upward. He cringes as it rises, seeing the neck hang back by the stings in two places. The base of it pulls free and from there he can see the hole dented into the corner.
He breathes deep, in and out. "It's okay," He says, when it's clearly not. "I... I can fix this... It'll just take some time. I wasn't playing it lately anyway."