Hey, no one's told him to shut up because libraries are supposed to be quiet yet, and that's all the incentive he needs to keep playing, that patina of holiday-cookie cheer smoothing some of his edges, easing some of his corners, relaxing the tension clasped in his shoulders and lining his face.

And thus, having an audience isn't as unwelcome as it would normally be. He still glances up with something like shock - that someone would find him worth listening to, and that someone would stick around after.

He doesn't quite smile, but he does almost look...

Touched, maybe?

"Didn't know anyone else was here," says Tim, an apologetic twist to the side of his mouth. "Didn't, uh...I mean, I know libraries are supposed to be quiet, yeah?"